"Okay," she nodded obediently, and Zhiyan flashed out of the Qiankun Space.
Ever since the little fox joined her, it had accompanied her to sleep every night, and tonight was no exception.
Zhiyan lay flat on the bed, cradling the little fox in her arms, as the herbal information assigned by Master Fei streamed through her mind. Eventually, she got up, walked to the desk, and began jotting down the name of each elixir with her homemade charcoal pencil on white paper.
Minute by minute, hour by hour, the night grew deep, the red candle burned down to half its size, and Zhiyan still buried her head in her work, her arms aching from the effort. Several sheets of paper filled with names of herbs now lay spread out across the desk.
