Luo Cheng had just walked out of the courtyard gate when he looked up and saw Luo Yao and A Mu.
Luo Yao was wearing a gauzy dress, her delicate shoulders exposed, her two arms as fair as lotus roots, rivaling the frost and snow, radiating a captivating glossy sheen. She was alluring beyond words, her every movement enchanting.
Luo Cheng felt a flash of amazement in his heart and said, "Good morning, Sister Luo Yao."
Luo Yao responded with a smile, "Leaving so early?"
"I haven't been back for a while. Plus, so much has happened."
If not for wanting to practice the Heavenly Fall Sword Technique, Luo Cheng would have left overnight yesterday.
Luo Yao nodded and took out two wooden boxes, saying:
"Inside these are the Spirit Pills and Soul Crystals you need. The pills that can nourish essence, energy, and spirit inside the pavilion are scarce, only forty-three in total."
