During his cultivation, a voice came from outside: "Junior Brother? Junior Brother?"
Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes, floated off the bed, and came outside, opening the courtyard gate.
Lu Xiaolu was standing outside the door.
In a snow-white dress, like a fairy in the snow, she exuded a gentle radiance.
"Hehe, Junior Brother, what are you busy with?" She waved her jade hand.
Chu Zhiyuan extended his hand and invited, "Senior Sister."
Lu Xiaolu leaped into the door, walking lightly forward as if entering her own home.
She came to a small pavilion, admiring the flowers in the opposite flowerbed.
At this time, dusk settled, and the flowers in the flowerbed began to close.
She stepped forward, touched a few flowers, sniffed the fragrance on her jade hand, and sat down at the stone table with a smile.
Chu Zhiyuan sat down and made her a cup of tea, smiling: "Senior Sister, did you find out?"
