August 22, 2017, afternoon
Lu Xin returned from the Bamboo Forest Cloud Sea, utterly exhausted, feeling like a sheet of paper splattered with ink, unable to take on any more colors.
The events of the past two days had truly been mentally and physically draining. Lu Xin felt as if she had been in the Fire Chamber cultivating in seclusion for a whole month and now just longed to plunge into a cold, damp tomb for eternal rest.
However, as she dragged her weary body back to the bedroom, she saw Li Ping anxiously waiting at the door.
Lu Xin couldn't help but feel both irritated and amused: "What did you mess up this time?"
Li Ping hurriedly explained: "No, no, it wasn't me this time. It's the young lady looking for you."
Lu Xin was surprised: "Qingming?"
