Jixia had a very long dream.
He felt a bit of a headache.
So he rubbed his head while getting up from the couch.
As soon as he got up, he heard Luo Fuyao muttering.
Then, looking around, he realized that he was placed in a side room bed by Luo Fuyao, and his outer robe had already been taken off and hung to the side.
He looked at Luo Fuyao, dressed in a white robe with her hair tied back, more handsome than a man, feeling somewhat silent.
Yet Luo Fuyao didn't mind:
"Both you and the Immortal are high people who don't eat grains, and the ground was dirty as can be. You fell in the Mountain and River Hall as if rolling in dirt. I washed your outer clothes and hung them here. What are you imagining?"
She looked at Jixia with a hint of blame.
A chased illegitimate son of the Li Family, lonely and helpless, traveled thousands of miles to this Life and Death Mountain and River Sect. Looking around, he had no kin or reason.
