“You’re finally awake.” Lan Wu blinked, tilting her head from the rocking chair to look at the woman who had somehow appeared, sitting next to her with her chin propped on her hand. “Yao Zhu?” “Mhm.” The woman narrowed her eyes, her furry ears twitching. Leaning on the chair, she gossiped, “So, you and that little cultivator… are you really…