Where had Senior Brother gone all these years?
Inside the thatched cottage, Ling'e sat before a glazed mirror, quietly combing her long hair.
This was the second day after Li Changshou had returned to the mountain.
Yesterday, she had seen Senior Brother's Paper Daoist leave and quickly return, and heard his voice transmission. Her anxious heart had finally settled by more than half, but then she began to feel puzzled.
Twelve years—if he had gone off to do Dao companion things, he might already have three or four children!
But if she asked Senior Brother directly, he might think she was meddling too much and distance himself from her...
Ling'e pressed her lips together and pondered for a moment. The more she thought, the more frightened she became.
No!
She still had to sound Senior Brother out!
Mm, no matter what... she would treat Senior Brother's children as her own!
Having made up her mind, Ling'e immediately busied herself before the mirror, carefully dressing up while trying her best not to let anyone notice that she had dressed up at all.
A touch of rouge, cloudlike hair piled high, vermilion lips lightly pressed—before long, she was radiant and dazzling, her spiritual grace all the more striking.
Carrying the food and wine she had prepared, humming a little tune she had recently composed, Ling'e rode a cloud slowly toward the pill room. When she reached the boundary of the array, the formations surrounding the pill room opened on their own.
But then a voice transmission slipped into Ling'e's ears.
"If there is nothing urgent, let us meet again in half a month. I am consolidating my realm."
Ling'e blinked at once, looking as though she wanted to speak but held herself back. She hurriedly said, "Then stay busy, Senior Brother. I