Thinking of this, Chang'e stopped dwelling on it and began to focus on enjoying the delicacies, though, of course, she did so with relative grace.
In the Alchemy Room of the Palace of the Polestar, Golden and Silver Boy each sat on a small chair beside the Alchemy Furnace, fanning the ventilation opening with a cattail leaf fan.
The heat made sweat run down their faces.
At that moment, Silver Horn's little face was crumpled, staring absentmindedly at the fiery furnace.
After a few moments, he spoke up, "I thought we could rest today, but to think we have to make elixirs again, how annoying."
"Yeah," Golden Horn nodded, looking dejected.
"The master clearly said we could rest today, so why the sudden change? Constantly fanning this furnace every day, my hands are getting sore."
Silver Horn's eyes darted about, and then, wearing an excited expression, he looked around and whispered, "Big brother, let's sneak out and play, shall we?"
