Late at night.
Ji Lanxin's heart was filled with unease, leaving her unable to calm herself enough to cultivate. In the end, she simply buried her head and lay down on the bed.
Thinking of the string of troubling events that had befallen her lately, Ji Lanxin felt so exhausted in body and mind that she could barely catch her breath.
The bed, usually soft and comfortable, seemed to have become much harder amid her chaotic state of mind.
In a daze, just as she was finally about to fall asleep—
A faint sound of the door opening suddenly came from outside.
Ji Lanxin's expression sharpened. She sprang upright like a fish flipping out of water, her wary gaze fixed on the door.
The door had only opened a crack. A pair of aged, wrinkled hands rested against the frame.
Ji Lanxin instantly recognized their owner, and her face went pale at once.
What was meant to come had come in the end!
Ji Lanxin bit down hard on her red lips, her eyes full of despair and helplessness.
Long Tongue Old Monster hunched his way into the room. A teasing, lecherous look surfaced on his aged, wrinkled face. As he walked toward Ji Lanxin's bed, the playful, smug smile at the corners of his mouth could no longer be suppressed. Paired with that old face, he looked so ugly it made one sick.
With restrained anger, Ji Lanxin shouted in a low voice, "Are you tired of living? You still dare come at a time like this!"
Long Tongue Old Monster sneered. "There is nowhere in this world that this old monster dares not go."
As he spoke, he saw that Ji Lanxin was still curled up on the bed, tightly wrapped in her blankets, looking guarded and defensive.