Yang Jian was a little dumbfounded.
He opened his eyes and looked toward the door.
He had no idea why Zhu Zhuqing had come to stand outside his room.
Just as he was about to get out of bed and open the door to ask her—
the footsteps outside gradually faded away.
No, why had she left again?
Yang Jian found it baffling, but he had no intention of looking into it. From Zhu Zhuqing's hesitant manner earlier, she probably had not come to harm him.
He shrugged in confusion, closed his eyes again, and continued circulating the Eight-Nine Mysteries.
Two hours later, dawn broke.
Yang Jian finished cultivating, got out of bed, and stretched his limbs.
His bones gave off a faint series of cracks, leaving his entire body feeling refreshed.
He left his room, came to Zhu Zhuqing's door, and knocked.
"Get up. Time to go."
The door quickly opened.
Zhu Zhuqing was already fully dressed. Her black, form-fitting clothes outlined her graceful curves, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her face still carried a trace of sleepy languor.
She glanced at Yang Jian without saying anything, then silently stepped out and stood beside him.
Yang Jian went to knock on Ning Rongrong's door.
He knocked several times before a muffled mutter came from inside.
"Who is it...?"
"Get up."
"Got it, got it..." Ning Rongrong's voice was thick with morning grumpiness as she mumbled, "What time is it? I haven't slept enough yet..."
Yang Jian could not be bothered to wait for her and simply turned to leave.
Zhu Zhuqing silently followed him.
By the time Ning Rongrong came out of her room, Yang Jian had already reached the stairway.
She had not even had time to comb her hair, and her clothes were hastily