As soon as Medusa stepped into the room, she discovered that Hun Changqing was lying alone on the bed with his eyes half-closed, cultivating his spirit in silence, his expression calm. Aside from this, there was nothing unusual about the room at all. However, even though the room looked just as it had when she left, for some reason Medusa always felt that there was something a bit odd about it. This strange feeling had been lingering in her heart ever since she stepped through the door, though she had no idea where it came from. It was merely a woman's sixth sense, completely devoid of any basis.
Is it an illusion?
Medusa murmured softly. This was her own bedchamber, and Hun Changqing had been staying right here the whole time; how could there possibly be anything bizarre about the room? Medusa instantly dismissed the thought from her mind. Then she glanced around the surroundings of the room, looking at the familiar clutter and the traces that still retained a faint, fishy scent. She nudged Hun Changqing, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed looking like a dead fish, and complained in her voice.
"I've been out for so long, and you couldn't even use Dou Qi to tidy up the room a bit? It's still such a mess, and the smell is still this heavy. It's a wonder you can still keep your eyes closed."
Hearing Medusa's voice, Hun Changqing slowly opened his eyes, cast a glance at the traces on the ground, a trace of oddness flashing through his gaze, and then spoke in a slightly weary tone.
"Although my cultivation has improved after returning to the clan this past year, there were also no shortage of matters to attend to, and I haven't really