"Achoo—!"
Fang Yuan sneezed abruptly, the sound echoing lightly in the quiet courtyard.
"Master, are you cold?"
Bai Changlu hurried forward, already holding out a rough straw blanket with both hands, his expression earnest.
Fang Yuan didn't even look at the boy and instead flicked his forehead.
"Stop worrying about me," he said flatly. "Focus on absorbing the qi around you."
Bai Changlu winced, rubbing his forehead, but quickly sat back down, trying to re-enter his meditative state.
Off to the side, Bai Changxue remained undisturbed.
Her breathing was smooth, her posture flawless—spiritual qi flowing toward her in steady, visible streams.
Fang Yuan glanced at her and couldn't help the faint shift in his expression.
At this rate… she might reach the Nascent Soul realm before twenty.
He exhaled quietly.
Talent really is unfair.
Just then...
A translucent screen flickered into existence before his eyes.
