Thankfully, because of Zhao Li Xin's habit of tossing random things into his spatial ring, there was an entire pile of boxes filled with ointments, elixirs, and medicines of every kind, each one crafted by Jin Hao's capable hands. Since those items belonged to Zhao Li Xin himself, they hadn't vanished like everything else that came with Huo Long.
After taking his medicine, Zhao Li Xin settled into meditation, his breathing deep and steady as his body began to heal. Meanwhile, Lory wandered through the manor in search of clothes to change into.
The little fire spirit floated ahead of her, leading the way to her room. When Lory opened the wardrobe, she blinked in surprise. Rows of ancient gowns and modern clothes filled the massive wardrobe, elegant silks beside denim and leather, a strange harmony of eras.
She had no idea when Zhao Li Xin had prepared all of this until she remembered his recent fascination with online shopping. A wry smile tugged at her lips.
