It was a house of roughly fifty square meters, with very simple furnishings: a wooden table, a chair, and several stools stood in the middle of the room.
On the wooden table sat two teacups, a plate of small, delicate pastries, and a teapot.
Not far behind the wooden table stood a screen decorated with exquisite floral patterns. Behind it was a broad bed covered in red silk bedding. This relatively modest room was Zhu Zhuqing's residence.
Creak!
With the sound of the door opening, Ye Mengwei and her disciple, Zhu Zhuqing, entered the room one after the other.
Ye Mengwei and Zhu Zhuqing sat opposite each other at the tea table, with two steaming cups of fragrant tea before them. Zhu Zhuqing had just brewed it.
Ye Mengwei held her cup and took a small sip, then set it back on the table.
"Qing'er, this is my first gift to you as your teacher. It's a Storage Soul Tool, with storage space about the size of this room."
As she spoke, Ye Mengwei removed a bracelet from her right wrist and placed it on the tea table.
"Thank you, teacher."
Zhu Zhuqing smiled, picked up the bracelet, and examined it carefully for a while.
It was a deep blue bracelet that looked quite lovely, but it did not really match the white and pink tones Ye Mengwei usually favored.
That thought had occurred to her when she saw the bracelet on Ye Mengwei's wrist that morning.
However, Zhu Zhuqing had never imagined that the bracelet was meant for her.
She had to admit that its color went beautifully with the black she had always favored. Smiling, Zhu Zhuqing slipped it onto her right wrist.
"Qing'er, you little rascal, surely you don't think my first gift to you is that