Just as Lu Jin'an was being cradled by Lu Yunzhu, drinking like a child, a beam of flowing light departed from the wooden house, swiftly reaching the deepest part along the secluded stairs.
Zhiyu, nearly two meters tall, turned her head to look, instinctively wrinkling her delicate nose... it had Master's scent.
So she didn't grab it outright, letting the beam of light float to Dongfang Xinglan's face.
Dongfang Xinglan opened her eyes, the content within the flowing light was surprisingly familiar, showing the "Ten Directions Breathing Technique" in more complete and detailed form than what she had learned.
Without hesitation, she reached out to take it, believing it to be the result of Lu Jin'an's efforts... But why hasn't he come over yet?
"Is he alright?" Dongfang Xinglan asked Zhiyu.
Zhiyu shook her head, her pair of heterochromatic eyes flashing with a cryptic expression, which reassured Dongfang Xinglan to continue perfecting her own "Ten Directions Breathing Technique."
