A silver moon hung outside the window.
The room had a distinctly exotic air, with a gold-thread carpet spread across the floor and all sorts of delicacies offered up by Huo Yi arranged on the table.
Coal Ball crouched on the table. Having eaten and drunk her fill, she had fallen asleep amid the wafting aromas of food, occasionally bobbing her head in her dreams, perhaps out of sheer happiness.
A candle stand burned beside the couch not far away.
The little girl with wild-looking braids lay on her stomach on the couch, chin propped in her hands and feet hooked up and swaying as she eagerly read the book before her.
The book was Records of Immortal Xia and Strange Tales. It told of the Martial Ancestor, who had come from humble origins and chopped wood for a living, wandered deep into the mountains as a child and met an immortal, obtained an immortal-realm cultivation technique, then soared through the skies and burrowed through the earth, sweeping across North and South in one glorious romp. In short, it was a song of killing and fucking.
Jiang Xian read with her blood boiling, wishing she could run into the mountains to seek immortals herself, learn divine abilities that could overturn mountains and seas, and henceforth become "Xie of the South, Jiang of the North"-the "Immortal Maiden Xiao Biao," forging a glorious era of her own.
After all, with her current strength, she was like some roadside nobody the Old Devil casually kicked to death in the book, or an eighteenth-tier female supporting character who vanished a few pages later.
Beside A Huan, who was clearly the book's protagonist, she always felt she was reaching far above her station, only daring to secretly imagine what might come next in her room,