Next day.
Lin Xuan Qi woke up to Xue Cong calling his name.
"Master Lin, time for breakfast."
"Give me a moment."
He sat up and rubbed his aching arm.
Last night's practice for the Daoist Five-Element Cultivation Techniques had left his body sore and aching.
After he got out of his bed, he washed up, changed into a set of new clothes, and opened the door to his bedroom.
The sunlight shone brightly into his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes and used his hands to cover the sunlight.
It was a day with white clouds and a blue sky.
The smoke that was everywhere from the burning buildings was gone.
Everyone in the city was already busy rebuilding their lives.
Lin Xuan Qi walked over to the dining hall with Xue Cong.
She didn't say much other than stealing glances at him.
There was so much she was dying to tell him, but she stopped herself from doing so.
Now was not the time to add to his troubles, she thought.
