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Not long after, Su Sheng saw Dantai Mingyue come in, but only nodded as a greeting, his hands never ceasing in their movement as he grew more and more adept at processing various medicinal herbs.
Bead by bead, the spirit fruits were squeezed of their juice to make semi-finished products, and various spiritual medicines were continuously shaped and handled, a process that seemed a bit crude!
Dantai Mingyue stood there, her dressing style hadn't changed much today, still favoring long dresses with an ancient flair, her sickly appearance as authentic as ever, a true ill beauty. Standing next to Zijun, the Iceberg, they complemented each other.
Yet none of this could draw Su Sheng's gaze. He was fully engrossed in the medicine-making, and even as both women grew tired from watching, he showed no signs of stopping.
