"I've asked Zhuang Yan to prepare some food; I don't really feel like going down." Su Qingyu shook her head and spoke indifferently.
"It's because of him, right?" An Lan smiled faintly. "I heard he hasn't been in good health lately, otherwise he wouldn't have been out of touch for so many days."
"Miss Ji has told me that he is safe now and undergoing treatment; she asked us not to worry." Su Qingyu explained. Clearly, at this time, the person who should be by his side was supposed to be herself, yet even though Su Qingyu deeply understood Ji Qian's character, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"Qingyu, you said he's a cultivator, right?" An Lan suddenly asked a question she "shouldn't" have asked.
"Yes."
"Then tell me, what is cultivation?" An Lan continued to inquire.
