Zhiwei pressed her lips together, her small face appearing even more pale under the dim light.
She was uneasy and quickly glanced at Qing Jun.
After confirming something, she quietly let out a sigh of relief.
"You all come in, accompany your master," Chen Ye patted the empty spot beside him, indicating for them to sit down.
The two little ones exchanged a glance, carrying their small blankets, and slowly moved into the cultivation room.
The place was not big, so they sat closely beside Chen Ye.
Qing Jun curiously examined the surroundings, her little hands restlessly poking the meditation mat Chen Ye sat on. She softly asked, "Master, were you just inhaling? Like a big buffalo, huffing and puffing."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ye couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Master was cultivating."
"Oh!" Qing Jun nodded as if she understood, letting out a small yawn.
Her little head bobbed like a chick pecking at rice, gradually leaning on Zhiwei's shoulder, drowsy.
