"Miss Lan Yue, it's me."
Qi Rong's hoarse voice came from outside the door.
Lan Yue straightened herself and then spoke indifferently, "Come in."
Squeak.
The door was pushed open, and a figure in brocade stepped in from the outside, followed by the sight of the old crone's aged face appearing before Lan Yue's blue pupils.
Looking at the suddenly appearing Qi Rong, Lan Yue was somewhat impatient, but she did not show it, "Qi Rong, your timing is perfect, I need your help with something."
"What is it?" Qi Rong furrowed her brows, looking at her with perplexity.
"It's like this, because of my rebirth, my spiritual power is not as it used to be, which you know. Although the cultivation of a martial artist has not stopped, I have been unable to refine Elixir. However, there's a way for me to restore my spiritual power."
