It's the same small office, partitioned by a few big bookcases.
The luminous fruits hang down from the entwining vines overhead and still serve as the main source of light.
However, this time, neither Poseidon nor the intricate alchemical instrument is in the office. Su Shijun sits behind the desk, faced with stacks of thick documents. Feather pens are hopping merrily between different files, leaving behind a string of beautiful script.
"Sit." Su Shijun, behind the desk, still attends to her work and without lifting her head, asks, "Want something to drink?"
While she speaks, a transparent glass teapot with a short spout, its handle curving like a bird's neck, floats out from a nearby cupboard. Wide leaves bob up and down in the boiling water inside the pot, brewing a pool of green tea. Following behind the teapot is a small teacup, resembling a hen leading its chick.
