Castle Master Ji followed the path through the flowers until he reached the end, where he saw someone sitting with their back to him.
He approached and gave a bow: "Miss Lu, you have finally woken up."
Lu Mingshu turned around to look at him for a moment, then nodded: "Castle Master Ji."
Hearing this address, Castle Master Ji let out a wistful sigh: "How could I still deserve the title of Castle Master."
No matter how proud he was in his heart, losing his cultivation meant losing everything; this was an undeniable fact.
Lu Mingshu gave a faint smile and motioned to the seat opposite her: "Please sit."
Castle Master Ji sat down, and Lu Mingshu poured him a cup of tea. The clear crystal cup, set against the red petals, was brimming with fresh, bright beauty.
This was flower tea made by Xie Xingchen. He always had a knack for creativity on these small paths. The petals in the water were not ordinary dried flowers, but fresh blossoms, preserved by some unknown method.
