Li Yan felt as though she had dreamed countless dreams.
Whenever she fell into endless darkness and an icy abyss...
A figure would pull her back up.
The figure's face was hazy: sometimes old, sometimes young, sometimes a man, sometimes a woman.
In the end, all those faces became the same.
Her master's face.
"Mm..."
Li Yan slowly woke and discovered that she was back in her room.
"Last night..."
Li Yan looked bashful, unsure what to do.
Then she realized she was still a virgin.
For a moment, she could not tell whether she felt disappointed or guilty.
How could she have made such assumptions about her master?
Time passed.
Two months went by in the blink of an eye.
Those two months were the happiest Li Yan had ever known.
Not only did the other clanspeople no longer bully her, but staying beside her master also gave her an incomparable sense of security.
It was as though she had known her master for many years, as though he were her father, her cultivation partner, her closest kin...
There was no basis for this feeling, yet that was exactly how Li Yan felt.
She was utterly captivated by it, believing she had found someone she could depend on for the rest of her life.
A gentle breeze blew.
Countless purple bamboo stalks swayed in the Purple Bamboo Grove.
Zhou Qing sat at a desk while Li Yan attended him beside it.
"Master, have some tea."
Li Yan carefully brewed a pot of spirit tea, poured it into a cup, and offered it to Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing took it casually. The spirit tea was only first-tier low-grade tea, naturally far inferior to the many exquisite spirit teas he had drunk in his simulations.
Still, tasting it in reality had