First floor of the Disciple Quarters, bedroom.
The tongues of flame on the white candles were fixed in place by a blue light barrier, giving off a motionless glow.
On the eight-square-meter great bamboo bed lay a brand-new cotton quilt, winter-thick, in Bamboo Leaf Green colors, embroidered with a slightly cartoonish Big Treasure Sword.
From beneath the quilt, Lingzhou Yue's world-shocking, scandalously pretty little face peeked out.
Though her face was not actually all that small, against the eight-square-meter blue cotton quilt, it did look rather tiny, like that of a maiden in the first bloom of youth.
She lay on her side like a sleeping silkworm, face turned toward the outer window. For an immortal, being tucked beneath such a thick cotton quilt and sleeping like a delicate young bride was a rare sight.
Her complexion was somewhat pale, but she slept very sweetly.
Xiao Ran could tell that Martial Aunt Yinyue's prescription had done its utmost to preserve her Dantian, leaving her a thread of hope for advancing into the Body Integration Realm in the future.
The side effect was that it did nothing to help with her Gui Water remaining uncleared.
That would require his own efforts.
He had forcibly carried his Master from the Bamboo Forest into the Disciple Quarters, settled her into bed, and completed the whole Dragon Service from start to finish—yet it had actually raised his Filial Piety Points by several dozen!
Filial Piety Points: 69.
Changing her clothes, supporting her, carrying her onto the bed, making a doghouse so she could sleep...
Was there anything special about that? Where had so many Filial Piety Points come from? Had she been awed by my kingly, tyrant-like aura? Xiao Ran touched his back and found that her fingernails had actually stabbed into his ribs.