C90 The Little Squirrel Who Knew How to Cultivate

The night passed in tranquility, and before long, dawn broke on a new day.

Ye Tian had exhausted much of his energy last night refining a Spirit Weapon. Feeling weary, he was still deep in meditation when he heard Hsu Qing stirring in the guest room. After she freshened up, a series of clatters and soft exclamations drifted from the kitchen to Ye Tian's ears