As the wind swept through the hall, pages of books fluttered like delicate wings. Zhong Michu found herself sitting against a bookshelf, enveloped in the familiar dance of scents – the crisp, biting cold of winter mingling with the fresh snow carried by the breeze. It was an aroma that she knew well, one that had been a constant companion…
After spending over a month confined to her bed, Zhong Michu’s spirit had noticeably faded, and she had grown significantly thinner. Healing physical wounds was one thing, but mending the deeper, emotional scars proved to be a much more challenging task. Winter had enveloped Penglai Island, blanketing everything under a thick, pristine layer of snow. As the doors and windows…
A flash of white light illuminated the dark clouds, and a thunderbolt struck Zhuling Platform. Even if it was just a Thunder Tribulation from advancing from the Golden Core to the Nascent Soul stage, no one dared to underestimate it. When it comes to Tribulation Lightning, cultivators prefer to avoid it if they can. People from various immortal sects retreated…
Eastern Sea, Penglai Island. Standing before Dongli was the Dragon King, whose very step could shake the four seas. Famous as he was, seeing him in person was a different experience altogether. The king’s presence was commanding and naturally demanded respect. The three of them were brought here by the Merchant Association and had been safe for several days. Upon…
As she looked around, her eyes landed on the jade zither lying horizontally nearby. Behind her, a bookshelf stood quietly, while the sound of boiling water came from the kettle on the stove, steam billowing out. Rain tapped gently outside, the bamboo curtain swaying in the breeze that carried the fresh, damp scent of rain into the room. The surroundings…