Taihang Mountain, mountainside.
Outside the thatched cottage, Ye Huan had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, his hands resting behind his head, lying on the edge of the cliff.
His two feet dangled above the sheer cliff, a slight movement would kick off several stones.
The Empress sat beside him, and in the moonlight, her long, white, shapely legs wrapped in flesh-colored crystal tights appeared exceptionally alluring, full of beauty.
She looked at Ye Huan, her hands propped on the ground slightly behind her slender waist, sighing helplessly, "Brother Ye, do you know how many people want to become the Young Sect Leader of the Dragon Gate? And here you are, having achieved what countless people dream of, yet you seem so unwilling."
Ye Huan was speechless for a moment: "I'm not interested in being the Young Sect Leader, it's too much trouble."
