"Brother Zhu, is Sister Long'er safe?" asked the little boy,

"It's nothing serious. She's already asleep. You can go back and rest," Zhu Yuanlong said. After seeing off the little boy and returning to the room, Xiao Diao and Xiaolong were already asleep.

The sound of "drizzling" rain came faintly outside the house. Zhu Yuanlong walked to the window and opened the window. A cold mountain breeze blew in, and with the cold rain fog, it brushed across his face, with a hint of coolness. The rain hit the bamboo and drank wine. Without taking these seriously, Meng Jinghong and the young cultivator chose a place not far from Zhu Yuanlong to sit down.

"Fairy Meng, what happened just now?" the young cultivator asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!