Ignoring her remarks, Lin Mo brought Xiaoyu, who was already flexing her arms with excitement, near the stairs. They ascended to the second floor, heading straight for the Premium Cultivation Rooms.
However, just as Lin Mo reached for the door handle, the air around him shimmered.
A familiar melodious chime, distinct from the system's usual notifications, resonated through the hallway.
The space warped gently, as a harmonious silk curtain unfurled.
From the ripple, a figure stepped out.
She was radiant, her presence instantly soothing the agitation in the air. She wore robes of flowing pastel silks that seemed to shift colors like a sunrise. Her eyes held the warmth of a gentle hearth, and her smile was the very definition of serenity.
It was Zhenren Lihua.
