Bai Yujun inadvertently discovered something.
Her master, Yu Rong, seemed to have an old injury that had yet to heal. Bai Yujun's sense of smell might not be unrivaled beneath heaven, but it was at least among the best. She could absolutely distinguish the scent of healing medicine. She could not be wrong. Though other pill scents masked it, even deliberately concealing it, she could still smell it.
On the surface, she pretended to notice nothing and simply ate and drank.
After the meal ended.
Xu Ling had gone back to her room early to sleep. Her life experience consisted of eating, sleeping, and increasing her cultivation.
Yang Mu maintained his habit of arduous cultivation, occasionally looking up at the round moon with a wistful expression...
Bai Yujun hung the monkey from a tree to sleep, then tiptoed outside her master's courtyard gate, craning her neck to peek inside. Her pointed ears twitched back and forth as she listened for movement, leaving Yu Rong caught between laughter and tears.
"Yujun, your master has just brewed a pot of fine tea. Come in quickly. Stop peeking around outside the door."
"Ah, the moon is so round tonight, hahaha~"
She crossed the threshold into the courtyard and sat opposite her master.
Her vertical pupils appeared as she used Gaze into the Past...
In an instant, mirrored images of her master's recent years flashed by in rapid succession, shifting like slides. Seated there, Bai Yujun seemed to be within scene after scene. The scenery and figures were either clear or blurred, depending on who and what they involved. Most of the time, Yu Rong had been cultivating on Daoist Mountain.
Yu Rong, seated across from her, felt something strange and guessed that her little disciple was using some mysterious innate talent.
The mirrored