The snow outside has melted.
So the weather has become even colder.
Inside the earthen house.
A thick layer of white ash has quietly covered the basin of burning charcoal. When the door is opened, wind blows in, and the charcoal seems to peel off to reveal the flickering embers inside.
Yu Xian stands at the door, blowing the cold wind, and feels his anxious heart calming down.
He turns around, his face has already put on that familiar smile.
"It's okay, take your time. I've said before that this kind of thing can't be rushed."
Yulan is sitting in front of the brazier, in a five-heart-up-to-sky posture, her little face rosy from the heat, looking dejected like a pitiful kitten.
"Sir, is Yulan really so useless?"
"Sister Xiao Yi could get started with cultivation right away, but I've spent so much time and still can't do anything, and I even used Sir's precious stones."
