"Xinyu, if you guys are hungry, you can eat first. I might need some time." Ling Chuxi said to LAN Xinyu.
"Oh." LAN Xinyu's eyes were still squinted as she smiled foolishly.
"Are you alright?" Ling Chuxi touched LAN Xinyu's forehead. She did not have a fever.
"It's fine, it's fine. You can go. " LAN Xinyu seemed to wake up from a dream. She waved her hand at Ling Chuxi and continued to smile foolishly.
Ling Chuxi didn't have the time to bother with her and followed uncle Qin and uncle Tong to the cultivation room.
In her sea of consciousness, there were slight ripples. A miniature version of Ling Chuxi sat cross-legged and floated above her sea of consciousness. Her martial Dao core heart was like a crystal ball, surrounding her body and forming a strong defense.
