Young Master Qing Jue softly called out, "Young Master Leng Yan, Young Master Leng Yan," as he saw Zhiyan drift into a trance, which made him increasingly nervous.
"It's getting late, let's go." Zhiyan just assumed he was embarrassed by her gaze and patted his shoulder twice with her little hand before brushing past him and walking forward.
After returning from Zilin Pavilion, all the major families had collected, with utmost speed, the herbs needed for concocting the Beautifying Pills, and by the evening of that day, they had delivered the collected herbs to the Elixir Association. They had no other choice, as they still did not know where Zhiyan was staying.
"Hehe, the twenty-five great families are indeed remarkable," Ye Wen, the venerable one, commented as he held nearly two hundred batches of herbs.
