Xuanwu was half-submerged in the lake, his torso resting on the bank.
Strands of his dark green hair fanned out, and occasionally, a petal would fall onto his body.
From a distance, it was quite a beautiful sight.
It was strange, really. A creature like the Golden Crow normally couldn't tolerate any other living thing in its territory.
Yet it managed to coexist peacefully with Xuanwu and the Brahma Flower Silk.
Although none of them paid any mind to the others, they kept to themselves.
As for the Medicine King's Book, she had basically finished reading it.
And along the way, she had tried out the more interesting formulas from within on Song Jue and Yin Zhan, one by one.
One day, Song Jue was soaking in a medicinal bath, his entire body tinged purplish-black.
Even though the concoction was scalding hot and the sun was blazing, Song Jue was shivering uncontrollably.
He couldn't help but stare at Su Ye for a long moment.
