C982 Flower Dance Pavilion

Under the cold night sky, half a moon hung askew, while stars twinkled above.

At the Summer Inn, Xiao Ling sat cross-legged on his bed, hands forming seals as he immersed himself in cultivation.

*Thump! Thump! Thump!*

The sound of knocking roused Xiao Ling, who slowly opened his eyes, a flash of crimson streaking through the darkness of his pupils. He rose and made his way to the door