Seeing this, Xiao Ling gently drew her into his arms, then slowly closed his eyes as well, and the two drifted off to sleep together.
The courtyard on the Back Mountain of Ling Yue Peak was shrouded in morning mist. On either side of the bluestone path, clusters of luan-tail flowers unfurled their pale purple petals, and falling dewdrops refracted specks of silvery light.
Several millennia-old cypresses stood tall and vigorous, their branches entwined with emerald vines. When the wind passed through, the leaves rustled, mingling with the clear tinkling of a distant mountain spring to brew a tranquil stillness throughout the courtyard.
The air carried the fresh scent of vegetation and the faint lingering fragrance of medicinal pills. Taking a deep breath, one could feel even their Dou Qi circulate more smoothly.
At the far end of the courtyard lay an open square, its bluestone floor polished smooth as a mirror by the passage of time, gleaming with a cold sheen.
A streak of azure light suddenly tore through the morning mist. Mu Qing Luan, dressed in fitted training clothes, moved as swiftly as an arrow loosed from the bow. Dou Qi surged around her, and an azure halo outlined her valiant figure.
Having only just broken through to the Dou Venerate realm, her aura was still somewhat immature, yet it already carried a sharp edge. Her palm wind, bearing the pressure of the Heavenly Luan Bloodline, fiercely cleaved toward Xiao Ling in the distance.
"Senior Brother, take this!" the girl shouted crisply, her voice as clear as a singing oriole. As her palms danced, countless streams of azure Dou Qi condensed into phantom luan birds that shrieked as they lunged at Xiao Ling, their fierce assault sending ripples through the surrounding air.
Xiao Ling stood with his hands