The blossoms on the apricot trees bloomed, then withered; withered, then bloomed again.
A wisp of tea steam rose from the table. Ye Jingcheng sat alone before it, the emerald Spiritual Tea in his cup gently rippling with his hand, yet never spilling over the rim.
Another three years slipped quietly away. During these three years, Ye Jingcheng rarely cultivated. He spent more time nurturing his heart.
In the courtyard, the number of Spiritual Apricot Trees had grown from a dozen or so to more than fifty, every one of them flourishing. Whenever spring arrived and apricot blossoms filled the sky, their fragrance drifted for ten miles; one only had to lower one's head to smell it.
Of course, Ye Jingcheng had not merely planted Spiritual Apricots. Within the grotto-heaven, he had also planted many Spirit Herbs and spirit flowers, though none could be considered especially precious.
Still, he had personally dried their seeds, sown them, and cultivated them...
Most Alchemists only knew how to judge Spirit Herbs. As for why some herbs were more potent, or why their thickness differed, they did not study such matters.
Ye Jingcheng did this because Ye Haiyun had once enjoyed growing Spirit Herbs, drinking Spiritual Tea, and studying pill formulas as well.
If Ye Jingcheng wished to understand the original thoughts of the Ye Family's Clan Elders, he naturally had to walk the same path as them.
In his eyes, this was a journey of the heart that the path of a family was bound to undergo.
After three years of study, Ye Jingcheng's heart had undoubtedly become calmer. Compared with Ye Haiyun, who had been older than him back then, he now possessed even greater experience.
It was only that he had previously been too occupied with cultivation, his heart filled with