Time flies, ten days later.
The Luo Divine Palace.
Shrouded by a long river exuding a hazy celestial aura, various palaces floated in the air. A star radiating a gentle light, reminiscent of the moon, cast a hazy, brilliant light, illuminating the Luo God River.
At this moment, under the moonlight, Chu Yuan sat in a chair, a book in his hand. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he meditated, and sometimes a soft sound would escape his lips.
"Your Majesty, what book are you reading?"
Luo Yueying came over, made tea for Chu Yuan herself, and served it to him.
Days become fulfilling when there's something to do.
Since Chu Yuan built the Luo God Palace for her, Luo Yueying found a purpose - to gather some special talents in the Luo God Palace to cultivate talent for Dawu.
"Sit."
Chu Yuan lightly patted the chair.
The chair was large enough to accommodate two people.
