Bang bang bang!
"Senior Sister, I'm coming in."
The night was tranquil beneath the moon. Daoist Purple Duckweed lightly knocked on the door. Upon hearing Xiang Yuan answer, she carefully pushed it open and poked her head inside.
Only after confirming there was no unsightly scene did she step in.
Moonlight streamed through the window lattice. White robes, a poised figure—beauty like a painting, elegant and pure.
Shang Qingmeng sat before the window, her back against the hazy moonlight. Draped in a veil of light, she was like the brightest star in the moonlit sky, so beautiful one could hardly breathe, afraid to disturb this tranquil splendor.
Shang Qingmeng was cold as frost. Her beauty was not the flamboyant sort, but restrained and refined—something to be admired from afar, never profaned.
It would have suited her frosty temperament even better if she were not sitting sideways on Xiang Yuan's lap, leaning against his shoulder, and staring fixedly at Purple Duckweed with those cold, merciless eyes.
Purple Duckweed: (╥﹏╥)
Brat, give me back the Senior Sister I used to have!
Fine, don't give her back—but at least explain what happened in that little grotto-heaven. Why had Senior Sister become like this?
Even Purple Duckweed could tell that something was off with Shang Qingmeng. She was in some sort of food-guarding state. Yet Shang Qingmeng herself noticed nothing, convinced that she had severed the seven emotions and cast away the six desires, that it was absolutely impossible for her heart to stir—and firmly believed it.
In her words, she deliberately targeted Purple Duckweed not because Purple Duckweed got too close to Xiang Yuan and displeased her, but because every time she came to collect pills, she ran into Purple Duckweed, seriously disrupting her cultivation.
Her confidence was so overflowing that she resembled