Zhan Yunzhao laughed on one side, making Zeng Hongling blush and lower her head.
Su Yuanyuan found it amusing, as she already told her that Daoist Zhan was forty-five years old, yet this girl still looked dreamy.
Love really is something that cannot be blocked. This Daoist Zhan didn't have the slightest emotional fluctuation. It seems he wasn't attracted by beauty.
After dinner, the three of them practiced boxing in the yard with the two Daoists.
Su Yuanyuan didn't know how, so she just did stretching exercises on the side. In any case, some exercise is definitely better than lying down.
In the evening, the two girls lay on the kang bed, "Yuanyuan, now we all know the Cultivation Technique by heart, but we don't feel anything."
"Maybe it's the wrong time? I remember reading novels earlier, and it seemed like people practicing when the sun rises could enter meditation and absorb Purple Qi or something. How about you try tomorrow?"
"There are novels like that?"
