National Master Mansion.
Time flows by.
Rustling—
Jiang Ning heard the sound of water, and his eyes opened.
Listening intently, he immediately recognized that State Preceptor Su Qingying had stepped out of the bath tub.
His mind instantly recalled the image of Su Qingying he had seen yesterday.
Slender figure, silver eyes, white dress.
Then, a soft rustling sound appeared.
As the sound ceased, he heard gentle footsteps.
Obviously, it was the sound of bare feet on the bamboo floor.
His gaze immediately turned toward the doorway.
The next moment.
A girl of sixteen, wearing a plain white long dress with the hem barely covering half of her calves, appeared in Jiang Ning's view.
With just one glance, this young girl gave Jiang Ning a very frail feeling.
Thin shoulders, visible collarbones.
Even her height was not high, giving Jiang Ning a petite impression.
"Greetings, Divine Venerable!" Seeing Jiang Ning's gaze.
Su Qingying immediately bowed respectfully.
