Five hundred and twenty-six, being a guest

Luo Shu smiled lightly and picked up the teapot to pour herself a cup, leisurely beginning to drink. Who knew what the future held, what might happen?

For Zhang Xiaoling, this matter might be a key turning point in her destiny. For her, it was merely a minor experience in her long life. Perhaps it would leave a slight ripple, but it wouldn't be profound. With her current level of cultivation, even without advancing further, she already had an endless life. If she desired wealth, she could easily create it at any time.

When Luo Shu returned home, Lu Hanmo was already waiting for her. She smiled and stretched out her hand to grasp the large hand he extended, "Do I need to change my clothes?"

Lu Hanmo shook his head with a smile, "My Shushu, even if wearing homespun linen, is still the most outstanding person among all."

"Sweet talker," Luo Shu teased with a laugh as she glanced at Lu Hanmo.