In the bamboo courtyard.
The rhythmic Dao aura surrounding Xiao Mo dissipated layer by layer, like a gentle breeze rippling across the water, and gradually settled into stillness.
He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his gaze sweeping around before he looked down at himself.
The bamboo courtyard hadn't changed in the slightest; it looked just as it had before he entered seclusion. Every blade of grass and every tree exuded a familiar warmth.
But he, on the other hand, had grown quite a bit taller.
Moreover, his hair was a mess, his nails had grown long, and his body was covered in filth. He was so disheveled from head to toe that even he could barely stand it.
"Awake?"
Xian Xichun strode into the courtyard. He looked Xiao Mo up and down, a gratified smile gracing his lips.
