In Shang Miaoyan's private garden, within the Yin Yang Sacred Land.
Fan Ya, dressed in a slim, purple qipao, patiently watered the Spiritual Flowers and Exotic Herbs with a Glazed Water Pot. This place was less the Holy Daughter's flowerbed and more Fan Ya's own.
After all, the Holy Daughter's interest in anything—or anyone—besides Pei Yuhang was always fleeting. Whenever she found some exotic flower or herb in the Cultivation Realm, she would bring it back, only to grow tired of it within a day and dump it all on her personal maid, Fan Ya, to manage.
"I was only at the Xuanyuan Dao Sect for a few months. Did you all miss me this much?"
Fan Ya stroked the flowers and grasses clinging to her fair insteps. Having gained a nascent spirituality, the plants trembled happily at her touch.
A smile graced Fan Ya's lips at the sight.
