When Zhang Yuelu returned to Huasheng Hall, she saw Qi Xuansu lying stiffly on the bed, like a block of wood, completely motionless.0

Even upon seeing Zhang Yuelu enter, Qi Xuansu merely moved his eyes, looking as if he were on the verge of death.0

Zhang Yuelu was shocked. “What happened? Weren’t you fine when I left?”1

Qi Xuansu replied listlessly, “I’m fine, just a bit physically and mentally exhausted.”0

Zhang Yuelu did not think much of it, assuming he was still adjusting to the newly-fused Xuan Jade. She took out a book from her magical receptacle and placed it on Qi Xuansu’s chest. “If you’re bored, you can take a look at this.”0

“What book is this?” Qi Xuansu casually picked it up and glanced at the cover, which was titled The Legend of the Ghost Fox.0

“It’s about a female ghost fox and a scholar. I haven’t read it, but it’s apparently quite famous. The Qingping Bookstore printed a million copies of it. A Confucian Great Master even wrote a poem for...0