Ji Fengming followed Hei Xiao back to Ling Qing's former residence. The courtyard was extremely simple, even shabby.
Several evergreen shrubs were almost flattened by the thick snow.
In the corner, a tree stump that had been snapped off by tremendous force was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the broken top of the tree was nowhere to be seen.
Black Owl stared blankly at the tree stump for a long time after entering the room.
That was a Fire Phoenix Tree that Yunxiao had planted himself because he thought this place was too lifeless. He watered it with spiritual spring water every day, and in just three months it bloomed with a tree full of fiery red flowers. The flowers fell and new flowers were born, and the new flowers fell and fell, without interruption.
Since then, the trees in his yard have been ablaze with red, the ground is covered with fallen petals, and the air is filled with a sweet fragrance, creating a very festive atmosphere.
Now, only a stump remains of the tree.
It seems that after he shed his shell and regenerated, someone took a dislike to the Fire Phoenix Wood and broke it to vent their anger.
Black Owl guessed who this person was—aside from Jun Luoying, no one in the Cold Imperial Sect was so violent as to frame others!
Seeing Hei Xiao staring blankly at a tree stump, Ji Fengming asked, puzzled, "What are you looking at? Could it be some kind of precious tree that someone stole?"
“That is…” Black Owl blurted out, then turned to look at Ji Fengming and smiled softly, saying in a low voice, “That was the only flowering tree in my courtyard. It used to be full of flowers, blooming in all four seasons, and it was very beautiful. I never thought it would be destroyed.”
"Oh, so what? It's just one tree. If it's broken, we can just plant another one. If you like it, tell me the name of the tree, and I'll plant another one exactly the same for you." Ji Fengming said casually, "No, I'll plant this whole yard inside and out, and see who comes to break it again!"
"You don't like it here, do you?" Black Owl asked instead of answering.
"Hmm..." Ji Fengming raised his hand to rub his nose, and said with a drawn-out tone, "Yes... I don't really like it. The wind is howling, and the people here are also chilly; but since you have to stay here to do your work, I can reluctantly stay for a while."
"If you don't like them, why bother planting so many flowers and trees here?" Black Owl's eyes were gentle, and a faint smile played on his lips.
With a slight tug on his blue robe, he gracefully entered his quiet room.
The quiet room was spotless, and the simple furnishings were exactly the same as before.
Ji Fengming followed him into the house, clicked his tongue, and said, "It's true what they say, once you leave, they turn a blind eye. As soon as you left as the sect leader, they emptied the house they gave you. Luckily, we brought our daily necessities with us, otherwise we wouldn't even have bedding, and we would have frozen into two ice sculptures tonight!"
Black Owl smiled wryly and did not refute.
He smiled and sat down to make tea, watching as Ji Fengming busied herself like a busy little bee, adding furniture, carpets, cushions, bedding, and so on to the room, turning the simple cultivator's meditation room into a small home in the mortal world.
Finally, Ji Fengming took out a charcoal brazier and lit a warm charcoal fire next to the tea table.
Finally, he sat down on the other side of the charcoal brazier, took a sip of the spiritual tea that Black Owl handed him, and looked at his work with satisfaction, saying, "Hmm, this is more like a place for people to live. What do you think of my furnishing style?"
Black Owl glanced at the colorful room, paused, and said, "I think it's good."
Just as he reached the door of the meditation room, Zhao Guanchao, who was staring wide-eyed at the furnishings inside, exclaimed: "???!"
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