Time passed.
Jiang Ning continuously refined sheet after sheet of blood lotus leaves.
Every time he refined a hundred-year-old lotus leaf, he could feel his vital energy and blood grow stronger by a fraction, becoming even more substantial.
In the blink of an eye.
Two hours passed, and the scorching sun in the sky was about to slowly rise to its zenith, perpendicular to the ground.
Creeak—
The door behind him was slowly pushed open, making a faint frictional sound.
Hearing this sound, Jiang Ning immediately turned to look and saw Lin Qingyi walking out of her room barefoot, wearing a thin, slender dress.
"Sister Lin!" Jiang Ning spoke, then stopped his fist practice and bowed respectfully. "Thank you for saving me last night, Sister Lin."
As his voice fell, Jiang Ning pulled out another green hairpin—a green hairpin carved with a phoenix spreading its wings.
This item was something he had purchased right before coming here, costing a little over a hundred taels of silver.
"Sister Lin, this is a hair ornament I saw on my way here just now. I felt it suited Sister Lin very well, so I bought it."
Looking at the jade hairpin in the palm of Jiang Ning's hand, Lin Qingyi couldn't help smiling slightly.
"It seems I didn't save the wrong person last night!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand and gave a gentle beckon. The jade hairpin in Jiang Ning's hand seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, flying straight into her grasp.
Once she had it, Lin Qingyi examined it closely.
Then she nodded slightly. "This thing is not bad. I like it very much. Come over and put it on for your elder sister."
"Alright!" Jiang Ning nodded with absolute obedience.
Toward Lin Qingyi, he felt a secret