Xiaozhai had been waiting for several days, but Gong Suran hadn't appeared.
In this place, Xiaozhai was unable to cultivate and had nothing to do all day, missing Old Gu in her bed dearly. The imprint of her spirit and soul was erased; the related people were probably going insane, trying every means to find her, but there was no way out—they couldn't leave the courtyard.
Not knowing how long she had waited, the illusory sun had risen and set again and again. Finally, on this day, Gong Suran showed herself.
She was still dressed the same, and her attitude had improved somewhat, even offering a pot of tea. Xiaozhai was not in a hurry, leisurely savoring the tea. Both of them remained silent, as if playing a tedious game of patience.
After drinking two cups, Gong Suran finally spoke up with something simple to say: "You are of significant concern. I have reported to my teacher, and we shall decide your fate upon their return."
