Bright and gentle sunlight streamed into the cramped room, the breeze was gentle, and the water rippled.
"So much water..."
Lu Changsheng, observing the bunk bed drenched by an unknown source, either rain or lake water, waved his mana and dried it out.
Afterward, he held his delicate wife in his arms and admired the beautiful scenery outside, feeling refreshed and uplifted.
Through this lake tour, he could sense his wife's joy at the prospect of visiting their children at Jinyang Sect.
"My husband, how do you think Qing Shan is doing with his cultivation at Jinyang Sect? Do you think he might..."
Lu Miaohuan, draped in a thin black gauze garment, her beautiful black hair cascading down her back like satin, gazed out at the lake scenery.
