KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
Hearing a knock on the door, Ye Liyuan, who was tidying the room, quickly called out, "Coming!"
CREAK—
Ye Liyuan pushed the door open, her eyes immediately drawn to a shock of beautiful silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.
But the girl beneath the silver hair was deathly pale, her face devoid of color. Though she was in the prime of her youth, she gave Ye Liyuan the sorrowful impression of a wilting flower.
"Oh my, Yueqiu, are you terribly ill? I have all sorts of Elixirs from your master here. Hurry and take a few!"
"..."
Qing Yueqiu didn't answer her master's wife's words of concern. Her dim red eyes swept past Ye Liyuan, as if searching the courtyard for someone.
"Are you looking for your master? He just went out with Sister Ji. Apparently, something went wrong with her cultivation, so your master took her to the Cold Spring to heal."
