She did as instructed carefully.
He withdrew his spiritual energy only when he could no longer see any red.
"It's alright now. They should be all packed up by now. Let's take Qin Yuanyuan and the others out for a stroll."
Song Tingwan led her out the door and sat down in the pavilion in the courtyard to wait for them.
A moment later, the three of them came out after washing up.
Qin Xi wore a pinkish-green high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a pea-green shawl draped over her wrist. The fabric shimmered and sparkled as she walked quickly.
Baili Xijiang added a bunch of accessories to his understated yet luxurious robes. They weren't overly colorful, but rather perfectly matched his outfit.
If we're talking about who looks the most different when wearing Yunyin's clothes, then it has to be Wanqiji.
The black robes shimmered with light as he moved, and he was tall, with an upright posture, composed and dignified.
"As expected, Aji needs to dress up more."
Wan Qiji pursed his lips shyly, and the group huddled together laughing.
The group of five chatted and laughed as they went out, visited the sisters' home, and strolled from the center of the palace complex to the edge of the Cloud Hidden by the Pine Green Spring.
The mountain spring flows like a waterfall among the green hills.
A sense of boundless freedom arises.
Baili Xijiang spreads its arms wide, roars like a dragon, and transforms into a dragon soaring among the green mountains.
The black dragon is majestic, roaming freely between heaven and earth.
"Wow, Baili Xijiang is truly... you can't judge a book by its cover." Qin Xi covered her lips.
Knowing that his friend was a dragon, he was still somewhat frightened when he actually saw him transform into human form.
That terrifying and tyrannical dragon was actually the silly and foolish Baili Xijiang.
Honestly, I'm disillusioned with dragons.
Wan Qiji looked up at the menacing black dragon. "His scales from last injury haven't healed yet."
Song Tingwan's eyes also welled up with tears as she looked at the dragon's damaged scales.
That silly boy.
When I have time, I should refine some powerful tonics that dragons can use.
The moment the dragon's roar rang out, the Cloud Hidden Clan members immediately raised their eyes warily.
Looking at the black dragon tumbling wildly in the sky.
The younger ones picked up their weapons, while the older ones took a closer look.
It's just a little dragon, oh well, let it run wild.
After that, some people received telepathic messages from the clan chief and the high priest. Upon learning that it was Awan's friend, they immediately put away their weapons and continued doing their own thing as if nothing had happened.
It has to be the High Priest's daughter; she even made dragon friends during her Foundation Establishment stage.
However, some of the older members frowned, glared angrily, and left in a huff.
Their tribe's hobbies were somewhat similar to those of the dragons. A thousand years ago, before they went into seclusion, a red dragon ran wild in their tribe and swallowed a lot of treasures in one gulp.
They chased him across half of the Six Realms, wielding weapons.
Dragons, humph.
If it weren't for the fact that Awan personally invited her friends back, they would have beaten her up long ago.
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The clan festival will be held in half a month.
The Cloud Village members got busy.
As the high priest, Song Chaoxuan was so busy that he was never home, and even Xiao Ao was nowhere to be seen.
After showing her friends around Yunyin, Song Tingwan closed the door and began to concoct powerful tonics for her apprentice.
Song Siyao also chose a small pavilion in the green hills, where the lush greenery was vibrant and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was harmonious, so that he could focus on cultivation.
One day.
Li Guang was taken away by his father, and Song Siyao felt empty in his hands every day. He couldn't use any other sword, otherwise Li Guang would be angry again when he came back.
She whittled a wooden sword herself, held it to get a feel for it, and thought about which pavilion she should use for her training today.
It turns out that on the mountain opposite the original pavilion, there was a clansman who, according to seniority, was called "brother." He looked up to the sky and roared as he wrote poems, which was said to be his way of life.
I don't understand it, but I respect it, and I think it's too noisy.
She can just move to a different spot herself.
Just two steps out of the room, he saw Wan Qiji sitting on the stone steps by the pavilion, lost in thought.
He found it very strange that he hadn't brought the large sword he carried every day.
His steps faltered slightly.
Song Siyao subconsciously turned around and looked at her older sister's tightly closed door.
Take a moment to think.
She pursed her lips and turned slightly.
The seated man suddenly turned around, and when he saw it was her, he was stunned. He then stuffed the spatial bracelet in his hand back into his pocket.
Am I blocking your way?
Wan Qiji quickly stood up and made way for the small pavilion.
Song Siyao didn't move, but sat down on the white jade railing of the small bridge.
Her gaze fell on the collar where he had just tucked the bracelet back into his clothes.
She casually twirled her sword, her gaze fixed on the tranquil lake outside the pavilion.
"If you can't understand it, just follow your heart."
When she was first brought back, she was also at a loss.
But without a doubt, her family, like Wanqiji's maternal grandfather, were warm and kind, and would never force her.
If you can't figure out how to deal with sudden family affection, just go with the flow.
Wan Qiji was slightly taken aback, then sighed again and sat down.
“I’ve thought about doing whatever I want, but this expensive gift…” makes him uneasy about accepting it.
Song Siyao glanced to the side and realized that since he got the bracelet, apart from giving them a few nice things, he had never used anything inside.
She was still completely clean, without a single ornament.
"Since you're uneasy, just return it to him next time you see him." There's no need for such hesitation.
Like her older sister, she returned those treasures at first, but more of them appeared on her the next time.
Every time we meet, either a jade pendant is found on his waist, or a spatial ring is found in his sleeve.
But this person always pretends to be clueless with a smile, leaving her at a loss for words.
Seeing that she was really unwilling to accept it, Song Tingwan said the same thing.
If you don't need it, you can return it to her later.
Song Tingwan had many reasons, which she used to persuade her friend.
Wan Qiji pondered for a moment.
Thinking about it, it makes sense. Grandpa's injuries have healed considerably now, and there will always be a chance to see him again.
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