Demon Suppression Department.
In the courtyard, Ling Yishan lay on a rocking chair, gently waving a palm fan, glancing at the moon-white figure beside him.
Ling Ningzhi was crouching on the ground, hugging her knees. In front of her, a copper pot sat on the brazier, its lid trembling and making a "puff puff" sound, yet she seemed oblivious, her gaze empty and unfocused.
"Girl, it's boiling."
"Hmm? Who's wasted?"
"..."
Ling Ningzhi snapped back to reality, only then noticing the boiling tea, hurriedly reaching out to lift the copper furnace.
She forgot to use primordial qi to shield herself, and her fingers got scalded by the hot handle. She withdrew them as if jolted, staring blankly at the red mark rising on her fair fingertips.
Ling Yishan frowned.
Since the Martial Arts Exam ended, this girl has been absent-minded. Could it be because she was eliminated in the first round?
