Knock, knock...
Inside Ling Tian Dao Palace, Lan Yu knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A languid voice came from inside.
Lan Yu pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Chu Kuangren yawning, having just woken up, she could not help smiling faintly.
She stepped forward and deftly made his bed, then helped him dress as she said, "Master, Elder Ruyan sent someone with a message just now. She asked you to remember to attend the meeting at Longevity Hall on time."
"A meeting? Oh, it's the beginning of the month, isn't it?"
Realization dawned on Chu Kuangren.
The Mystic Heaven Sect held a discussion every month to deliberate on recent events, such as the disciples' performance and developments among the various Saintly Dao Traditions.
Once dressed, Chu Kuangren studied himself in the mirror. "After a year as Sect Leader, I feel like my hairline has crept up a little. This is bad. Am I going to go bald if this keeps up?"
Lan Yu smiled helplessly. "Master, you're overthinking it. Your hair is still thick, and your hairline hasn't changed."
"Really?"
"Really. You're as handsome as ever."
"That's a relief."
Chu Kuangren prepared to head out with Lan Yu.
In the courtyard, Xiao Bing was feeding Xiao Hong a few spirit fruits.
"Master."
"Has Saint Qingshuang sent more spirit fruits?"
"Yes, two big baskets this time. She said the Divine Phoenix likes them, so she grew some more." Xiao Bing pointed at the two baskets of fiery-red spirit fruits nearby, rich fire Daoist Rhyme flowing over them.
Any single fruit was a valuable piece of high-grade spirit medicine.
Yet these were merely snacks for Xiao Hong, the Divine Phoenix.
"That really was a lot of trouble for her. Oh, right."
Chu Kuangren took out a book and a bottle.