Beyond the bamboo gate lay a beautiful, elegant courtyard, with several exquisite bamboo houses within.
Two red-leaf maple trees over twenty feet tall stood in the courtyard, lush grass carpeting the ground. A cobblestone path ran through the middle, leading straight to the stone steps before the Main Hall.
The doors to the Main Hall stood open.
"Sister Zi Ling!"
Wang Yu called out several times from outside. Receiving no response, she led the two of them inside.
The moment they entered, they saw a graceful figure reclining sideways in a bamboo chair ahead.
She was a woman dressed in violet robes, her long black hair veiling half her face.
Her features were delicate, as though painted.
With each steady rise and fall of her breathing, her ample chest heaved like rolling waves.
Her two slender calves swayed idly, and a wine gourd dangled from her hand.
As the three entered, the woman seemed to be startled awake and abruptly opened her eyes.
"Sister Zi Ling!"
As if this were nothing unusual, Wang Yu cupped her hands in greeting.
"Oh, it's little Wang!"
As the woman sat up, her clothes were slightly disheveled.
She casually straightened them, then swept her hazy gaze over Zhou Ling and Wang Xin, looking somewhat dazed. "What are these two children doing here?"
Zhou Ling hurriedly saluted. "Greetings, Senior!"
Wang Xin followed suit, cupping her hands in salute. "Greetings, Senior!"
"Sister Zi Ling, Xin'er is my child, and this is Zhou Ling. I think his aptitude is quite good. Could you teach them how to cultivate?"
Wang Yu appeared to be an old acquaintance of the woman. Dispensing with pleasantries, she got straight to the point.
"Teach them cultivation?" The woman frowned at this. Subconsciously, she picked up the wine gourd to take a drink,