The morning sunlight spilled onto the bamboo in the Purple Bamboo Forest.
This bamboo forest was quite mystical, remaining mostly unchanged throughout the four seasons.
The bamboo leaves never fell, and the bamboo continued to grow taller and taller.
But they grew very, very slowly.
On the large stone in the center of the bamboo forest, a slender Daoist Nun faced the rock wall and slowly opened her eyes.
Soon after, she began to frown slightly.
This Daoist Seven Elders exuded a deep air of transcendence.
She seemed like someone untouched by earthly dust.
Yet at this moment, there was a rare trace of embarrassment and anger on her face.
The usually reticent Shen Man couldn't help but silently spit.
"Lecher... lecher!" she exclaimed angrily.
The slender Daoist Nun opened her eyes at the same time as Chu Huaixu.
However, their experiences were entirely different.
Chu Huaixu felt a sense of survival after a disaster, suddenly sitting up in bed and starting to gasp for air.
