Have you ever heard the sound of snow falling?
All is silent, only the snowflakes gently landing on the window sill, with a faint rustling... The ethereal quiet is more pronounced.
"Hmm... Hmm..."
Zhang Kui stretched lazily, yawning comfortably, his feet stretched out, and his toes twitching.
After cultivating, meditating can restore energy.
In Qingzhou for half a year, surrounded by demons, and mostly sleeping outdoors, always on guard.
He slept deeply without concern, and upon waking, felt his divine soul clear, with all gloom swept away.
The paper-covered window was vividly bright, several empty jars were scattered on the ground, and leftover, cold dishes were on the table.
Yesterday, when Liu Mao'Er arrived, they celebrated, drinking late into the night until the old man passed out drunk on the floor.
Zhang Kui got up, finding his Taoist robe had become unbearably sour-smelling, so he wrapped the bedsheet around his waist and barefooted, opened the door.
