Nightingale to the Rescue

Lifen was busy laying the power stones and exotic plants from Xionmao's cave for the offensive and defensive formation inside and outside Anjing pavilion. 

"Ma, do we need to do this? It's past midnight. You need to rest to look your best tomorrow. Remember, you're our model." Her son Qinfen said. "How can we get a bulk of sales if your heavy eye bags are what they'll see? The guests will doubt the effectiveness of our products if you look like an old hag tomorrow."

"Old hag?" She unhurriedly said with gritted teeth. "What a son are you? I'm not sure if you're really concerned or you're just cursing me. Anyway, I'll hit the sack once I'm done with the formation. We badly need this for protection. There's nothing that can beat a thorough preparation. Do you think no one would dare to attack just to get their hands on the beauty fruit?"