Luoyun Huan had almost forgotten what it felt like to soak in a Spirit Spring. For the past six months or more, she had been subjected to medicinal baths every couple of days, and the water in her memory was never a shimmering, ripples-of-blue green, but a dark, muddy brown.
Still, being able to soak in a Spirit Spring right now was simply wonderful.
Luoyun Huan's eyes lit up instantly, resembling stone garden lamps ignited in the night.
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