บท 53: Chapter 28 Happiness in Life Depends on Oneself_2

Rumble, rumble...

After a soft, powerless sound of thunder, a torrential downpour began in a local area of the small mountain.

Li Ping'an frowned and ducked back into his cave dwelling, sniffing with his nose.

This rain, it carried a distinct scent of Immortal Technique.

Suddenly, amidst the rain appeared a faint light, and two extravagant beds with golden frames and jade inlay, complete with canopies and bedding, wrapped in celestial light, descended steadily right in front of the cave dwelling.

Li Ping'an looked on with a puzzled face.

Then followed a dressing table made from a thousand-year ordinary Spiritual Root, a pair of wooden chairs with spiritual energy gathering and airflow restriction, several intricately carved Immortal Spirit cabinets, and a bonsai made from a three-hundred-year-old enlightenment tea tree...