Feeling somewhat awkward and embarrassed, Qingyang left the bathroom, and when he returned to the dormitory, only Hua Qian was in the room.
Qingyang, dressed in the clothes He Chao gave him, felt significantly more relaxed after the bath.
He sat on the bed next to Hua Qian, staring blankly at the moonlight outside.
He inexplicably recalled the times when his master was around.
Back then, the master always scolded him for being stupid, but both senior brothers took good care of him.
Life on the mountain was simple yet beautiful, as if every day was a repeat, as if time passed quickly and yet slowly.
In the blink of an eye, he had grown up on the mountain.
Sigh—
Qingyang let out a slow breath, then sat cross-legged on the bed and began his evening practice.
The later arrivals, Liu Pengfei and Dongdongdong, saw Qingyang's actions and found them a bit odd, but they did not disturb him.
The night was silent, and time flowed like water.
In the blink of an eye, it was dawn.
