The door to Elder Su's chamber slid open with a quiet hum.
Inside, the room was a serene blend of simplicity and refined elegance—walls adorned with ancient calligraphy scrolls, shelves lined with polished jade talismans, and a low wooden table surrounded by plush cushions.
Elder Su motioned for Tian Shen and Feng Yin to sit, her sharp eyes gleaming with amused curiosity.
Little Mei, still in fox form, curled up lazily on a silk cushion nearby, her tail twitching with a mix of boredom and anticipation.
Drowsy clucked softly from a wooden perch beside the window, her feathers ruffling as the morning breeze drifted in.
Su poured tea with practiced grace, the fragrant steam weaving through the room.
"So, Newbie Core formation Cultivator," she said, leaning back with a playful smirk. "Tell me, did the mountain tremble again, or was it a polite ripple this time?"
Tian Shen exchanged a glance with Feng Yin, who raised an eyebrow.
