"It's unexpectedly clean here."
Li Ping'an glanced at the familiar yet somewhat foreign cave dwelling, a serene smile graced his lips.
Qing Su said: "I occasionally come back to cultivate."
With a light touch of her toes, her figure flew over the lotus pond and landed in the rocking chair ahead. Her graceful form perfectly matched the curve of the chair; a pair of cloud boots automatically slipped off and floated to the corner, while two wooden clogs made of jade flew over, placing themselves beside the chair.
Qing Su casually took out two wine pots and looked up, blinking gently at Li Ping'an.
"Care for a drink?"
"Rare to see Master in such a cheerful mood."
Li Ping'an chuckled and walked over to his Master's side.
His original reclining chair still appeared as clean as new; centuries had not left any marks upon it.
Master was the same.
Li Ping'an looked at her clear and beautiful face.
Whenever he spent time with his Master, his Dao heart would become incredibly serene.
