Squeak—
The door opened.
An Si dragged his slightly weary body out of the room, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.
Though they were considered legendary Immortals in the eyes of the common people, receiving admiration and reverence, within the Cultivation World, An Si was not regarded as a high-level expert. An entire night spent exhausting Spiritual Energy to nourish his body left him fatigued.
As soon as An Si appeared, a young girl sitting in the courtyard with one hand propped against her chin, dozing off, immediately woke up. Rubbing her drowsy eyes, she had not slept all night either and anxiously stood up to inquire.
"Immortal Master, how is Uncle Qian?"
He waved his hand.
