Gift?
After nearly half a month of focused cultivation, Chen Ye's taut nerves slightly relaxed.
Upon hearing this, curiosity arose within him, and he stepped out of the Quiet Chamber, only to see a massive wooden box placed prominently in the center of the courtyard.
Bu Feifan circled the box, pinching his chin in astonishment and said:
"Strange... I think I hear breathing."
"Breathing?"
Chen Ye's heart skipped a beat, sensing something amiss, and he slightly probed it with his Divine Sense.
Inside the box was a familiar aura, quietly lurking.
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"
Chen Ye's face instantly turned ashen!
Without hesitation, he rushed forward and forcefully lifted the heavy lid of the box!
Inside, there was a soft brocade laid out, and his first disciple was quietly curled up within, her cascading black hair falling down, accentuating her palm-sized pale face.
