The sky was dark, and the lights flickered inside Huai's pawnshop.
Zhao Huai saw that the shop was still lit and the door was open, knowing that Madam must still be waiting for him.
Meanwhile, the myna bird couldn't wait anymore and flew to the beam, calling out.
"Home, we're home."
Zhao Huai entered and looked around.
The room was meticulously tidied, and hanging on the wall was an ink painting with a plum blossom snow scene.
It had to be said that Madam had a unique love for plum blossoms, which represented perseverance, integrity, and a soft exterior but a strong interior. She liked them very much.
At this moment, Yu Qinghan was wearing a thin white dress, sitting on the bed in the bedroom, slowly cultivating.
Discovering that Zhao Huai had powerful cultivation had given her quite a shock.
She must hurry and improve her own cultivation.
Although her talent was not bad, the years of fighting in the north and south had consumed much time, slowing her cultivation progress.