Tinghai Lake had been drenched in heavy rain for two days before it finally stopped, followed by nearly a month of soft, drizzling rain.
The lake surface was misty, and the pavilions on the island were ethereal and otherworldly.
Feng Yaya had fallen asleep again, this little girl for some reason stayed awake for four or five consecutive days and then slept for another four or five days.
This month was very fulfilling for Su He: completing tasks and attending lessons.
His precarious turtle life had come to a pause for the month, which allowed him to truly adapt to Qingyuan life. The Qingyuan Disciples also gradually adapted to the presence of a Divine God Beast wandering around the sect, the only one who didn't was Aunt Autumn of Jing'an Hall.
This month, her hoarse voice had almost developed into a Lion's Roar Skill. Though a mortal, she possessed immense strength; a single strike of her iron spoon on Su He's shell created a sound as sonorous as a large bell.