Natal Evil God?

On the first day of the lunar new year, a fine rain drizzled down.

In the bedroom of Yunhai Dwelling, Lu Ran listened to the pattering rain and slowly opened his bleary eyes.

Beside him came the long, rhythmic breathing of the person sharing his pillow. It was soft, yet there was no escaping his ears.

And it filled Lu Ran with incomparable peace of mind.

Lu Ran turned his head slightly and gazed through the carved wooden window at the Xianmo flower tree swaying in the rain.

Heaven had not been kind. The New Year's Eve bonfire gathering had been held amid a light rain, but it had done nothing to dampen everyone's spirits.

The Ran Sect Disciples celebrated in the open space outside the Meeting Hall, grateful that they had passed another year in peace.

Lu Ran and the others had piled up a tall bonfire in the backyard of Yunhai Dwelling.

This was his second New Year's Eve at Holy Spirit Mountain, and it had been even more perfect than the last.

Because the little partners from back then were now by his side, along with adorable Xiao Yuanxi.

Last night, Lu Ran had been fortunate enough to witness a sword dance by Young Lady Xuanshuang. He had watched in a trance, while Deng Yutang, Niu Zhengzheng, and the others had been left staring dumbfounded.

He wondered whether those two idiots would have to kneel on washboards after going home last night.

Hmm. Most likely not.

After all, Bai Manni and Chang Ying had also been dumbstruck.

Lu Ran did not need to kneel either, because Leng Xuanshuang had specifically sought permission from the Sect Leader and his wife, and Jiang Ruyi had personally nodded her approval.

Leng Xuanshuang's sword dance was not something just anyone was