There was a camphor tree planted outside the window where several kingfishers rested on its branches and called out occasionally.
The sky had turned completely dark outside.
After tossing away the last magnetite from her hand, Qiao Mu sighed.
Five-hundred low-grade magnetite, but the mystic energy that she could absorb from it was less than 10%, the rest was all consumed by the sapling.
She was truly too… cheated! At this rate, heavens knew when she would rise to the ranks of level five mystic cultivator?
Qiao Mu was looking outside the window when two knocks came from the door.
"Miss, there's a youth from the Daybreak Sect who says his Daybreak Sect is seeking to see you."
Qiao Mu jumped down from the bed and opened the door, walking toward the steward with her tiny hands behind her back. "Why did he come here?"
