Qiao Mu had lived in these quarters for nearly five years. Winter had left and spring had come, spring had left and summer had come, but her pale-colored clothes remained the same.
However, her abode flourished with every year, green vines sprawled across the walls, and the small flowerbed encircled by a fence was planted with several flowers that could grow in a snowy environment.
The courtyard was not too big, but nature thrived everywhere the eye could see.
Over these past years, Qiao Mu's small figure grew and grew, and she had to switch batch after batch of clothing.
Qiao Mu told her Master that she did not need so many clothes since she was always cultivating inside the mystical treasured land night after night. Why would she need so many changes of clothes?
