They went down the mountain.

Nanyan originally thought that the Imperial Ancestral Tomb should be on this mountain, but after walking for a while, I realized that it was not.

Master Shangshan took them to the back mountain. When Nanyan looked up, he saw that behind the island was very close to another island, with only a very narrow waterway between them.

They boarded a bamboo raft and slowly drove towards the island.

Because of the experience the night before, Nanyan was still a little scared about sitting on the bamboo raft. She sat cautiously and slapped her hands on the edge of the bamboo raft.

But Zhu Feng stood on the bamboo raft with his hands behind his back.

His eyes seemed a little naive, looking at the quiet island ahead.

Although, he usually gives people a very strong feeling, even if he closes his eyes and doesn't look at him, he can feel his strong presence.

But at this time, he stood on the vast lake with mists, and the mist evaporated.

Nanyan suddenly felt a strange feeling.

He seemed to be melting in the fog.

She subconsciously held the corner of his clothes.

Feeling the heavy clothes, Zhu Feng lowered his head and saw his concubine sitting at his feet, looking at him with wide eyes.

Like a homeless cat.

His heart suddenly softened.

Yes, even if they are not available to me, at least I still have her.

She is real.

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth curled slightly and sat next to Nan Yan, shoulder to shoulder with her.

Nan Yan felt relieved and leaned on his shoulder.
Chapter completed!