"Master, your disciple has arrived,"
Mo Huazhi sat demurely in front of Lu Changsheng, her voice soft and gentle.
During Lu Changsheng's absence from Qingyun Peak, Mo Huazhi had spent her time reading, practicing calligraphy, and tending to plants. Her cultivation level had soared.
A month after the master had returned, he finally remembered her.
"While I was away, I selected a piece of Precious Ink for you, named Xuanlong Huanmo. By using this ink for cultivation, your efforts will yield twice the result with half the effort,"
Lu Changsheng took out a stick of ink.
Mo Huazhi accepted the ink stick with both hands. A golden dragon was depicted on it, and it exuded a majestic aura. "This ink stick is of exceptional quality. I remember that before my family was plundered, we only had one ink stick of similar quality. It was treasured by my ancestor and was never shown or used lightly. Isn't it too wasteful to use such a treasure for my cultivation?"
