"Ouch." In the side hall, Miss Shi clutched her neck, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Should I get you some ice?" Luo Yan sat next to the chair, holding a fragrant bronze incense burner, with a book still in his hands.
"It's all because your leg is too stiff!" Shi Liuli said, huffing angrily.
"My fault, my fault." Luo Yan surrendered at the speed of light.
In the entire side hall, probably only Luo Yan and Shi Liuli, sitting on cushioned chairs wrapped in blankets and embracing the fragrant incense, comfortably read their books.
The other cultivators all had red eyes, hunched backs, disheveled hair, roughly flipping the pages of books back and forth, as if they wished they could tear them to shreds.
