The next day, before dawn had even broken, roosters were already crowing.
Fu Hua, who had been meditating on her bed, opened her eyes. If anyone had been standing before her at that moment, they would have seen... that in the instant her eyes opened, they seemed to contain a vast universe.
Ever since she had discovered that meditation restored her energy more easily than sleep, Fu Hua had given up lying down to sleep and simply meditated instead.
Her jade-green eyes surveyed her surroundings. The room was still pitch-black. Although darkness did not hinder Fu Hua's vision, moving about in such a dark room felt far too strange.
Looking at the candle stand beside her, whose candle had not burned out before being blown out last night, Fu Hua casually waved her hand... and the candle ignited out of thin air, its light instantly illuminating the entire room.
Fu Hua swung her legs off the bed, slipped her flawless white feet into the boots beside it, and stood up. She walked over to the dressing table and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. It did not seem particularly clear.
Of course... ancient mirrors were only this clear. How could they compare to modern ones?
So Fu Hua took a mirror from her personal storage space and placed it on the dressing table. This one was much clearer. Her loose gray hair draped over her body in the reflection. Though she had not slept in bed, it still looked somewhat messy.
After thinking for a moment, she took up a comb and brushed her long hair, then picked up a hair tie nearby and casually tied it into a ponytail.
Just then, the window suddenly flew open... and a cute little girl of distinctly improper proportions flew in.
"Blockhead,