Next, while waiting for the System Space to upgrade,
Lin Jing had no heart for cultivation and had nothing to do, so he could only go to the garden in the courtyard.
September had arrived, marking the beginning of autumn, and the sunshine was not as scorching as it was in July and August.
The garden in Lin Jing's small courtyard was still lush and green, save for the willow tree by the pavilion, which was of an unknown age and whose leaves had started to turn slightly yellow.
Lin Jing was resting in the courtyard when,
"Knock, knock, knock"
a knock on the door sounded. He got up and walked over.
Opening the courtyard door, he found Huang Qingling standing there.
On her shoulder, the Black Kite Little Sparrow was also standing, and turned its head away, seemingly still angry about the morning's events.
"Daoist Qing Ling, what brings you here?" Lin Jing asked in surprise.
Upon seeing Lin Jing, Huang Qingling began to complain: