"Apart from practicing, we’ve spent years rotating through Herb Gardens all over the country. Damn it, we’ve finally finished every rotation, only to earn such a long break—and now we have to do more work inside the sect. What a hassle."
Fú Yòu grumbled, though his movements didn't slow down by even a fraction.
Sù Wénxuān was dressed in white. He didn’t quite have the ethereal air of a transcendent immortal—he was still too young for that—but with his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he was certainly handsome and robust. After practicing in the sect for a long time, disciples tended to develop a unique aura that was, regardless of the specifics, quite captivating to ordinary people.
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