Exhausted in spirit, Ye Fan slept incredibly well, waking only when the morning light filled the room to find it empty. A letter rested on the table. Not wanting to consume any more of his spiritual strength, Ye Fan picked it up and glanced over it. It was from Old Master Wang, and the content was fairly straightforward. Old Master Wang had set off to gather herbs and would not return for a week; he also reminded Ye Fan to focus on his studies during this time.
Ye Fan chuckled to himself. That old man was really full of energy. Despite his age, he still personally went to gather herbs. Ye Fan wondered whether he went to pick something precious like ginseng or lingzhi this time.
