Little Bamboo Spring Mountain.
By the bamboo forest lake.
Within the round patch of sky encircled by giant bamboo, the rain had just cleared. The blue was deep and pure, white clouds drifting leisurely by.
Lu Ya lay heavily in a bamboo chair, eyes slightly narrowed as he tilted his head back and sighed.
"This torrential rain really didn't leave behind a single drop..."
After three days and three nights, even the heavens would have been rained dry, let alone Lu Ya.
His eye bags hung low, his brow had darkened, his waist ached and his back hurt, his legs felt weak and unsteady—his whole body was nearly shriveled into dried bamboo shoots.
His complexion had not yet reached Li Wuxie's level, but it was getting close.
He suddenly wanted to try Li Wuxie's Divine Wolfberry Tea.
In truth, he could easily use immortal arts to dispel his body's weakness.
But it was like wanting to eat something delicious when hungry instead of simply shutting off the sensation of hunger. Right now, Lu Ya wanted something nourishing to drink, something flavorful to eat.
But his senior sister held all the money. What excuse could he find to ask her for some?
Liu Xuanye had money, but as a dignified man, he truly could not bring himself to ask.
If only she would take the initiative to leave a bag of Immortal Crystals by his bedside, along with a note: Young man, you did very well...
Not far away.
Compared to Lu Ya's body, Liu Xuanye was an entirely different sight.
She wore a faintly translucent white gauze robe, her face rosy, her skin like ice and bones like snow. There was now a trace more womanly charm between her sword-like brows and starry eyes. Looking closely, even her figure had