Early the next morning.
Xiao Yu opened her sleepy eyes, sluggishly sitting up and scratching her messy hair.
"I'm so sleepy..." she mumbled, her small face wrinkling with irritation. "If I don't get enough sleep, my skin will look terrible."
A second later, she jolted upright. She smacked her cheeks a few times—SMACK, SMACK, SMACK—and fully opened her eyes. "Xiao Yu, you can't slack off! You have to protect your status in the Sect!"
Feng Yin was an absolute overachiever. If she didn't work hard, he would definitely leave her in the dust.
Xiao Yu stretched lazily before quickly getting out of bed to wash up. She soon freshened up and stepped out of her room, immediately spotting Xie Yanran practicing earnestly with her sword in the suite's living room.
