At midnight.
In Li Ping'an's study.
A small bee buzzed and landed behind the desk, and with a puff, it transformed into Li Ping'an's figure.
He coughed lightly, dispersed the alcohol fumes swirling around him, and the fairy light flying out of his chest materialized into the figure of a white-clothed fairy, who sat beside him and continued to contemplate the scriptures in her hands.
Li Ping'an swallowed a sobering pill and raised his hand to rub his forehead.
"Master, do you think what Sun Yingying told us could be false?"
"That's for you to judge," Qing Su said softly, "I'm not really good at analyzing these things."
Li Ping'an smiled and closed his eyes, seeing that constantly twirling dress. His Dao heart couldn't help but become somewhat agitated, but he quickly suppressed it.
From now on, he should visit Sun Yingying less often.
She certainly didn't have that shy demeanor of his junior sister.