C112 The River and the Lake Are Far away

Loongqiu City, Qingfeng Pavilion.

Xuan Feng had a long and sweet dream. In his dream, his senior sister was smiling like a flower, and Uncle Loong was still loving her.

The sky above the mountain was blue, and the white clouds were floating on top of the mountain, constantly changing. Sometimes they would turn into waves, and sometimes they would look like a castle with pavilions and pavilions