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Ning Yunmiao sat under the eaves, her fingers forming a blade, skillfully chopping the spirit wood brought back from the mountains.
Sometime later, the wooden door beside her creaked open.
At the threshold, a young man in a dark coat, his eyes wrapped in a black band, leaned against the doorframe and smiled, "Senior Sister, are you chopping wood?"
Ning Yunmiao responded indifferently, "A female cultivator next door sent over a demon rabbit. Might as well eat it."
Song Yan asked in surprise, "Sent a rabbit?"
Ning Yunmiao replied, "It's all thanks to your good governance of the world. When the top beam is straight, the bottom beams won't be crooked. This atmosphere is really good. Over the past year, I've seen many places with monuments persuading people to do good, as well as those teaching secret righteous techniques..."
Song Yan chuckled, "I just walked a path full of thorns, not wanting other cultivators to follow my old footsteps."
