After serving the tea, Shi Xueqing glanced sympathetically at Huyue on the bed, then quietly withdrew.
However, out of concern, she still cautiously stayed by the door and didn't leave.
Although her ancestor was usually incredibly idle, almost dismissive of the world, his performance in this great battle was undoubtedly remarkable.
And after this battle, the reputation of Fanjing Mountain Lingying Palace surged, with the number of pilgrims suddenly multiplying by countless times, keeping Shi Xueqing extremely busy, only recently easing slightly.
Under such circumstances, Shi Xueqing's impression of Huyue naturally improved significantly. Seeing that the master's wife seemed very upset now, she was, of course, worried.
At the same time, Ah Rou groped to lift the teacup and walked to the bedside.
"Little fox, who were you calling just now?" Ah Rou asked gently.
