The scene was quiet and dark.
Under the hazy moonlight, shadows of trees seemed to be dancing.
The occasional breeze, the cries of birds and the growls of beasts felt like the sleep talking of this mountain range.
Lanterns were lit in a cabin in the mountain valley, giving off a dim light.
Feng Jin Huang lay on the bed, weak and pale without a trace of rosiness on her face.
She looked at Fairy Bai Qing who was sitting at the edge of the bed, and apologized: "Mother, I made a mistake, I will not do it again…"
Fairy Bai Qing was grave: "Huang Er, I know what you are thinking about. You are cultivating so desperately that you have already injured yourself five or six times over these last dozens of days. I have warned you when you began cultivating, you need to be act according to what is natural and be in control. But what you are doing is going for more haste, which is instead causing you to progress slowly, you might even collapse and endanger your life as well!"
