Gu Shengyin calculated the days and realized Cheng Lingyu had just turned seventeen, so there was still a year left until her eighteenth birthday awakening.
A year was enough time for her to do many things.
There was no distinction between spring, summer, autumn, and winter on the Xuantian Tower; the temperature remained constantly comfortable because the Great High Priest had personally arranged a perpetual temperature formation for his young disciple's happiness.
That night, he received a message from his young disciple.
"Teacher, come to the Observatory Platform behind the great hall."
He heard the excitement and anticipation in Linyin's tone, and his heart paused for a moment.
With a flash, he appeared by Gu Shengyin's side.
"What's this?" He looked at the things in front of him, puzzled for a moment.
A square table with four corners was laid out before him, with a few dishes arranged attractively on it; one bowl was covered, hiding its contents.
