Song Tingting and her group of four crossed Taoyuan Mountain, continuing toward their hiking destination, Yanming Lake.
"Ah, I really miss that cup of tea from the young Daoist!"
"I can still remember the refreshing taste lingering in my mind!"
said Liu Rui, as she walked along.
"The three of you are so young!"
"I also drank that Daoist's tea; it was indeed fragrant and sweet, but he must have added something else to it."
"As for what it was, I don't know yet."
He Ming, who was walking at the front, turned his head back and responded.
"He Ming, don't walk so fast!"
"The terrain here is complicated. If you walk too fast, be careful you don't have an accident!"
Seeing He Ming striding quickly, Zhao Shuo warned with concern.
"Don't worry, I'm a sports ace, what could possibly..."
Before He Ming could finish his sentence, he suddenly slipped.
He instantly lost his balance and rolled down the hillside.
"Damn!"
