Regret. My whole being is just filled with regret now.
The next morning, Ling Xiaolan, wearing a veil, appeared before Wu Wang and Ji Mo, seemingly hesitant to speak yet unable to restrain a hand reaching up to her forehead, her eyes brimming with frustration.
Ji Mo hurriedly said, "This... this was my oversight. I forgot to warn you before I lifted the cloth and went straight in."
Ling Xiaolan asked in a low voice, "How much did I drink last night?"
"Two cups of fruit brew," Wu Wang replied, then added, "Were you scolded? I can go explain on your behalf. The daily life of cultivation can indeed be repressive, and there's nothing wrong with timely self-release..."
"Exactly," Ji Mo immediately said, "What's wrong with dancing a bit? Fairy Immortal, you've been busy and toiling for so long, can't you enjoy yourself? I'll go reason with some of the seniors!"
"I'll go too."
