Today was overcast, and a light mist drifted across the Zongzhi Mountain Range, adding an extra layer of gloom to the already thick cloud-shrouded Sword Tomb.
And mist was the thing that made Xiao Ran's scalp tingle the most lately.
Running into foggy weather felt just like seeing a lotus seed pod with holes, hearing the friction of styrofoam, nails scratching a blackboard, or stainless steel scraping against ceramic, all back in his past life.
Last night, he had almost been frightened out of his wits by Master's high-tier mist art, though thankfully he realized in the end that it wasn't a horror story... but rather a story about growth.
Growing up all of a sudden made it difficult for Xiao Ran to look at Master's body the same way, and he subconsciously maintained a gentleman's distance, ending up staying very close to Chuyan instead.
The time was also getting on.
Among the elders, the first to arrive at the Sword Tomb was True Person Yinyue.
The moment True Person Yinyue landed, she stared straight at the spot between Xiao Ran's brows.
Xiao Ran hurriedly greeted her.
"Good morning, Martial Aunt."
"Good morning, Junior Nephew Xiao."
In public, True Person Yinyue wore a poised expression and a dignified bearing, deliberately keeping a considerable sense of distance from Xiao Ran. Who would have guessed that inside the pill chamber, facing Xiao Ran's medicine compounding, she would wear that trace of girl-like adoration?
Xiao Ran looked around and waited for a while, still failing to see the figures of Chunwa and Qiuchan.
"Where are the two junior... sisters?"
Yinyue said, "They've been a bit busy with alchemy recently, so Chunwa and Qiuchan stayed in the pill chamber to watch the furnace fires."
Xiao Ran suddenly felt a twinge of regret.
He still