"Um..."
Xiaozhai gradually woke up from her slumber, unable to help but let out a soft moan, followed by a shudder. Could she actually make a sound?
She swiftly opened her eyes to find herself lying on a bamboo bed in a room bathed in dim light, quiet and serene, with a faint fragrance wafting through the air.
Surprisingly, she was not in her Primordial Spirit form, but dressed in white, with limbs intact, yet not quite a real body—it seemed to be ethereal, temporarily formed for use.
Xiaozhai stood up from the bed and saw that the room was filled with an ancient charm, simply decorated. Beyond the open white paper window, she saw greenery and the setting sun, casting a dusky scene.
"Are you awake?"
A sudden voice came from behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a woman in Taoist robe standing before her. Beautiful and elegant, she looked quite young, but the aged wisdom in her eyes suggested she was far from it.
"I..."