At this moment, in the small grove.
Xiao Yi Xian sat on a tree branch, drinking the "soy milk" Zi Yan had brought her. She narrowed her eyes slightly and took a sip. It tasted rather good, with a rich, milky fragrance. Read
As for where it had come from, one would have to ask Zi Yan where she had found such milk-flavored "soy milk."
One incense stick earlier.
Zi Yan spread her wings, her little nose constantly sniffing the air. She held a cup of "soy milk" with a straw in both hands.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yi Xian sat on a tree branch. It was a rare sight indeed for such an exceedingly thin branch to support her weight.
The branch was only as thick as a finger. An ordinary person could probably snap it with a little force. If Xiao Yi Xian had not had control over the strength of her physical body, she would have fallen long ago. Though she could fly and would not die, it would still give her a scare.
At this moment, a trace of melancholy lingered on Xiao Yi Xian's Pheobe-like face. She had also tossed her worn-out Mask into a corner of her Storage Ring.
Her snow-white legs swayed and crossed in the air, while her purple hair continuously curled around her slender fingertips.
After reading about Sword Intent, she discovered that to begin cultivating it, she first had to understand her own will. Yet she had no idea what any of it meant and was completely bewildered...
She sat helplessly on the branch, swinging her legs. Just as she was about to drink away her sorrows, a familiar aura entered her range.
Zi Yan arrived before Xiao Yi Xian holding two steaming cups of milk tea, smiling as she said, "Dragon