His figure stood slenderly at the edge of the precipice, the breeze whipping his white clothes into a rustling sound.,This body was so frail, it was almost unimaginable. He was certain he had returned to the age of fifteen, just the day he was about to begin his cultivation.,Some were merely an ordinary little wooden hut, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in green clothes sitting on the ground by the river.。