He stepped forward and gently pushed open the ajar courtyard gate. A soft CREAK broke the tranquility of the small courtyard.
A dim yellow candlelight shone through the window lattice of the main house, exuding a cozy warmth that contrasted sharply with the darkness of the night outside.
He gently closed the gate behind him and turned around to see Sun Ningxiang walking out of the main house, holding a freshly wiped porcelain bowl.
"Senior Sister," Yang Jing said with a smile as he walked over to greet her.
When Sun Ningxiang saw him, her eyes curved into beautiful crescents. She smiled and said, "Just finished cultivating? The people from the kitchens delivered dinner this evening. I've heated it up, so hurry inside and eat before it gets cold."
Yang Jing smiled and nodded, following Sun Ningxiang into the main house.
As soon as he entered, Yang Jing's gaze fell upon the eight immortals table.
