Calling Father to Attack the Medicine Realm?

Inside the courtyard.

Old Man Yao sat to one side, quietly watching Xiao Yan's progress in alchemy. Hun Ruoruo stood beside Xiao Yan, her slender hand brushing over his cheek as she gently wiped away the stubble left on it.

Once the young man's features had returned to their handsome appearance, Hun Ruoruo nodded in satisfaction. She casually gathered the gauze draped over her arm and lit a stick of Calming Incense on the wooden table.

A faint fragrance rose from the incense. The young man's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, while the sky that had briefly cleared was once again shrouded in clouds.

A man in black held the cauldron; red sleeves tended the incense.

At the sight before him, Old Man Yao's gaze grew somewhat dazed. The figures of the young man and young woman seemed to vaguely overlap with a fragment of his memories, and he could not help asking:

"Girl, with the foundation of your Dou Qi, you could clearly have helped him succeed directly. Why go to such lengths instead?"

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo paused her movements. She lifted a lock of hair by her temple and softly said:

"His pride is strong. Even if he does not say it aloud, he often feels troubled by having to rely on me. I guess it may have something to do with those three years he went through."

Hun Ruoruo had never been willing to bare her heart before others.

Even with Xiao Yan, someone her own age, her pride made it difficult for her to speak kindly and directly. More often, she expressed her attachment to him through jokes, as awkward as could be.

But Old Man Yao was different.

Their years of companionship, along with the many times he had risked his life to save