Hearing this, it whimpered and covered its face with its paws. Luo Jinxiao shook her head, no longer trying to understand the mind of a beast. She lifted the pouch to her eyes. Although the fabric was luxurious, the embroidery on it was not as fine and perfect as before. It must have been hand-sewn. I didn’t realize Qu Weiyin…
“Forget it,” Qu Weiyin said, her gaze dropping to the ground. Her thick lashes concealed the emotions swirling in her eyes. “What could you possibly offer that I would want?” “I don’t have anything right now, but I will, eventually. Consider it a debt. If you ever need anything, Junior Shishu, all you have to do is ask,” Luo Jinxiao…
Nestled amidst the mountain peaks, the library stood serene and secluded. Sunlight, filtering through the canopy of trees, casted intricate patterns on the stone floor, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. Inside, the air was cool and still, a stark contrast to the humid warmth that hung heavy in the air outside. Luo Jinxiao was a frequent visitor…
After returning to the Wuhui Sect from the Upper Celestial Realm, life resumed its peaceful rhythm. True to her word, Luo Jinxiao didn’t breathe a word about the sword to anyone. And since the divine sword maintained its unassuming appearance, it didn’t attract any unwanted attention. Only Elder Liu, upon catching a glimpse of it, reacted with a subtle shift…
Even though Qu Weiyin was surprised, she still followed Luo Jinxiao’s lead. With a wave of Luo Jinxiao’s hand, frost spread across the narrow opening of the cave, followed by layers upon layers of ice, sealing it tightly. The raging fire burned outside, and the walls of the cave continued to tremble, but inside, it wasn’t hot. Only their bodies,…