Chapter 133 Harvest_1

The eastern residence of the Tianmen Cult.

By the lake South Lake.

In a little wooden hut within the chicken farm.

Bu Chan smoothened the wrinkles on the wooden bed's bedding over and over again, her mind elsewhere, always glancing out the window, where the main gate of the chicken farm was visible.

Yet, the more she smoothed the bedding, the messier it became.

When she turned back and saw that the wooden bed was even messier, she couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

Then, she conscientiously smoothed out the bedding on the wooden bed, bit by bit, again.

These things could be easily completed with just a twist of mana.

But at some point, she started to enjoy the feeling of cleaning up this small wooden cabin with her hands.

Especially after coming back from a long period of rigorous cultivation at the Lingshui Courtyard, doing these tasks makes her feel calm and serene.

But today, she was not at peace.

"Senior brother..."

Bu Chan's eyes were filled with worry.