As the first ray of morning sunlight entered the room, Ye Lingyue's eyelashes quivered slightly, and she opened her eyes.
She hadn't slept so well in ages.
In this bedroom filled with the aura of Feng Xun, her heart was exceptionally calm.
Ye Lingyue got up, feeling a bit uneasy, and went to check on Little Wuya and Little Zhiyo; both were sleeping soundly.
Not wanting to disturb them, she stepped out.
The courtyard in the morning was shrouded in a thin, veil-like mist.
In the distance, she could hear shouts from morning exercises.
It was likely the Ye Family's disciples engaged in martial arts training in the practice field.
Ye Lingyue jogged a few laps around the courtyard, worked up a sweat, and then consumed some Gathering Essence Liquid.
Time seemed to have suddenly taken her back to her days in Qiufeng Town.
Back then, she was single-mindedly focused on mastering martial arts, hoping to avenge herself and her mother one day.
Two years had passed.
