The second reason, of course, is that she doesn't really care.
At that time, although the Primordial Sect had already declined, and industries had become scarce, there was still no need to worry about food and clothing, and there were basically no enemies, so practicing martial arts or not made little difference to her.
Every blade of grass and tree on this Primordial Mountain, to her, were probably old friends, and now, upon the reunion, her heart surged with emotion, unable to stop for a moment.
"Well then, junior brother, if you're tired, just rest in your room. Aunt Qian said the quilt was sun-dried a few days ago, clean and ready for sleep.
Later, I'll ask Aunt Qian to cook some delicious dishes for you; she cooks so well, comparable to the chef at Songhe Tower in Xingqing Prefecture."
Chen Ping glanced at the neatly folded pink quilt on the bed, slightly speechless.
However, he didn't think much of it.
