45. The willows are dark and the flowers are bright

The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Lu Li and Xiao Cha took the chance during martial practice to huddle together and discuss in hushed tones.

"How is Wanqing doing?"

"She's doing well, quite happy, actually."

"Was what happened yesterday... normal?"

"Definitely not normal! Creating fire out of thin air is too bizarre; I've never heard of any realm that could do that!"

...

After they whispered for a while, Lu Li asked, "By the way, did you ask what her faith is?"

"I didn't dare ask," whispered Xiao Cha, "It's probably related to the issues in the north. Whenever she's brought up, things always seem... off... Ah, look—she's coming out!"

At that moment, Wanqing walked out of the house.

Her figure was graceful and slender, with an instinctive arm protecting her chest while walking, to avoid any ungainly trembling.

As she passed by the two, she gave them a gentle smile.

Watching her head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, Lu Li said,