The heavy rain has not stopped, and the mountain road is beyond recognition. There are fallen trees and broken branches everywhere, and water flows along the washed ditches.
A figure suddenly appeared beside the stream.
Qianfei's clothes were spotless, with no water droplets close to them, and her handsome and delicate eyebrows were like the outlines of a flying fairy. However, her eyes were heavy and cold, which made people startled at first sight and did not dare to come near.
The young-looking monk holding a blue-black long bow in his hand was none other than Leon Chen.
Leon Chen found it along the lower reaches of the river.
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