Thunder roared, just as Qin Liuxi had mentioned, the autumn rain fell fiercely. The dilapidated temple had no doors, and the outside storm swept in with moisture, bringing a chilling sensation.
Huo Lang and his companions had earlier gathered firewood, which was now set ablaze, quickly engulfing the chill with its heat waves.
"How many years has Doctor Qin been cultivating?" Qi Qian looked towards Qin Liuxi, who was meditating by the side. The firelight shimmered on her side profile, blazing red, making it even harder to discern whether the figure was male or female.
"I entered the path of cultivation at the age of five."
"So early, Doctor Qin, you don't seem to have reached the age of adulthood yet," Huo Lang sighed.
Qin Liuxi: "Naturally, I am only fifteen this year."
There was an astonished murmur.
So young.
