Ning Xiaoxian opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for quite some time before her vision focused. Where was this?
She seemed to be lying in a small bamboo building, where everything was made of bamboo. Bamboo bed, bamboo mat, bamboo chair, bamboo table... Yet the bed she was lying on was covered with a large White Tiger pelage, which isolated the hardness of the bed board and felt very comfortable to touch.
A small oil lamp was lit on the table, indicating that it was already dark outside. She could hear the sound of chickens and dogs, so she had not been captured by the Immortal Sect?
"Changtian?" She tried to call out softly only to find her voice weak, like that of a patient who had suffered from a high fever for three days and nights.
"I'm here." He responded in a low voice, seemingly in a bad mood, "You're in a farmer's house; someone saved you."
