After leaving the Green Ripples Garden and boarding the carriage, Zhou Tieyi found he no longer had the heart to wander, even though the hour was still early. Today’s harvest had been substantial enough; it was time to return and digest it.
Back at the Kirin Pavilion, Zhou Tieyi went to the quiet room to practice.
First, he took out the pure white mask. With a mere thought, the mask could be stored within his own dreamscape—convenient, certainly, but no matter how convenient, it still belonged to someone else.
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