"Oh?"

Hearing Li Qingjiu's words, He Yun turned her head to glance at her, puzzled, "Are you sick? What's going on? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

It's rare for a cultivator to fall ill, especially one in the Upper Three Realms.

"Three days ago, I saw some hallucinations." Li Qingjiu reached for the teapot on the table, answering as she began to brew tea.