382 Hua Ci's Soup

In the pavilion, Lu Ye was reading by candlelight through the night.

Hua Ci came up holding a pottery jar, knelt beside Lu Ye, and took a bowl, from which she ladled out some milky soup.

The enticing aroma immediately filled the room.

"Time for soup."

Hua Ci's tone was as gentle as water, like a virtuous wife, she brought the bowl filled with the milky soup up to Lu Ye.

Lu Ye put down the book in his hand and looked at the strange thing in the bowl, which resembled a scorpion's tail, causing the corner of his eye to involuntarily twitch.

Since Hua Ci's arrival, his physical condition had been improving by the day. It was undeniable that having a genuine healing cultivator looking after him sped up his recovery far more than he could have managed on his own. A few days ago, his health had greatly improved, and by now his strength had fully recovered.

And all this was thanks to the medicinal soup that Hua Ci painstakingly prepared every day...