C29 Parallel world--treading the jianghu

He slowly descended the mountain and passed by the long lakeside. The wind blew gently and his clothes fluttered. The big white horse was quite slow, as if it was taking a stroll by the lakeside. A few floating clouds lightly twined around the side of the mountain, gentle as Ye Xinyue's eyes. He could no longer see Mei Xiang, but he knew that she must be somewhere