It was drizzling tonight, and the air was wet. Even when she hid in her room, she felt exceptionally cold.
As usual, Lu Sheng coaxed the two children to sleep before returning to her room.
As she was not sleepy yet, she decided to wait for those souls to return.
She waited until it was almost midnight before they returned.
However, they were followed by a silver-haired man holding a paper umbrella.
Lu Sheng was all too familiar with that umbrella as she made it for her master. There was a drawing of Dunguang Flying Immortal on it, which she had personally drawn.
However, that face under the candlelight was completely unfamiliar.
"Who are you? Why do you have my master's umbrella?"
Lu Sheng glared at the person and questioned him furiously.
After a sigh, Lu Sheng heard a familiar voice. "My disciple's temper is still as bad as ever."
