Ji An looked outside the door, the sky had already darkened, leaving only the last bit of twilight lingering.
Zhang Cuihua slightly bowed and softly said:
"Junior Martial Uncle, I saw you were deep in thought, so I didn't disturb you."
Her tone was full of caution. Joking aside, it's most taboo to disturb a cultivator at such times.
If by chance Junior Martial Uncle's thoughts are interrupted and inspiration lost, her "work" might just come to an end.
Ji An responded with a soft "Mm," his thoughts slowly returning to reality, "Let's have dinner."
Zhang Cuihua took the cover off the luminous bead and scurried out the door.
Dinner featured a clear stewed golden bass, fresh and delicious, which Ji An enjoyed greatly.
After drinking a cup of verdant mulberry wine, he stepped out of the stone house, took out a handful of communication golden swords, and began inscribing messages.
