C410 Zhangsun Rouqing

Within the stone forest, a delicate woman in a long dress stood on a boulder that was half a man's height. She was holding an ancient censer in her hand, and a strange fragrance wafted out from it. Following the wind, it drifted towards the dense forest in front of them.

This was a slope, and it was also the wind's mouth. Below them was a huge dense forest