When Qin Liuxi awoke, it was already New Year's Eve. Outside, heavy snow fluttered chaotically, but inside, the room was warm and cozy.
Stepping out of the bedroom, Feng Xiu sprung up in excitement. "You're awake?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm." Qin Liuxi stretched lazily and, seeing the worried look in her disciple's eyes, went over and ruffled his hair.
The Qinglan Temple Master looked over anxiously and asked, "Is Buqiu doing well?"
"Rest assured, a disaster that lingers for a thousand years sees me quite well," replied Qin Liuxi, glancing at Feng Xiu as she spoke. Disaster?
Feng Xiu looked up at the portrait of the Holy Daughter. Ah, why does the portrait seem to lack Spiritual Energy?
Qin Liuxi ignored him, observing Si Tu sitting disheveled in front of the array, staring blankly at the still unconscious Si Lengyue. "You all go and rest. I'll take care of things here," she said.
Si Tu looked over eagerly and asked, "Miss Xi, when will Yue'er awaken?"
