Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Nine Heavens Peak, Listening to Waves Pavilion.

It was deep winter, the sky oppressively leaden.

Inside the room, charcoal fire burned in a copper basin, occasionally bursting with a few scattered sparks.

Li Yujun sat upright in a rosewood chair, both hands holding a cup of warm honey water.

She gazed toward the window. The honey water in the cup gradually cooled, yet she hadn't taken a single sip.

After about several dozen breaths, faint sounds came from the corridor outside the door. Footsteps approached from far to near.

Then Nan Zhuoran's voice sounded, "Master."

"Come in." Li Yujun returned to her senses, her tone calm yet slightly lower than usual.

The door was pushed open, and a wave of cold air surged in, stirring the hanging curtain.