The swing, surrounded by a mountain range, flew high above the great lake.
Mu Ying was not frightened at all this time. Standing on the swing, she relished the sensation of soaring high.
At the peak, she let go of the ropes, letting herself be tossed into the air, embracing the sky as if she could fly, a great stress-reliever.
Maeve also had a blast, with their laughter, both loud and soft, echoing through the mountains.
The bored Mountain God noticed their activity and joined in too. He swung over from the mountain, landing on the lake.
The robust physique of the Divine Race truly amazed Mu Ying. The feeling of free-falling without a worry about injury was wonderful, and she quickly fell in love with swinging like this.
However, they swung from morning to night, from night to morning, and then continued this cycle for two or three days.
Although her body was not tired, even the most fun activity tended to lose its excitement after being played so long, becoming routine.
