"Winter has come," Wei Dongliu suddenly said.
The two of them stood at the summit of Shiping Mountain, watching the snowflakes flutter down.
The river that flowed through Tong Xuan Gate had also frozen over quite a bit.
"Every time winter arrives, I just want to sleep," Jiang Liyan yawned. "I can never seem to wake up fully."
"You could try Daoist meditative concentration," Wei Dongliu suggested.
"Meditative concentration? I'm enjoying the tranquility of sleep, okay?" Jiang Liyan said, exasperated.
Wei Dongliu chuckled wryly and shook his head.
This Jiang the Witch, how similar she was to Miss Shi. It's just that Miss Shi was obsessed with food, while Jiang the Witch was obsessed with sleep.
On reflection, Senior Sister An also seemed quite fond of drinking alcohol, while only Junior Sister Xu had no particular hobbies; she did nothing but cultivate every day, truly a role model for us cultivators.
Thinking of those three, Wei Dongliu suddenly realized: