What about grinding it into powder?
"Pound it like medicine, remove the dregs, then grind it on a millstone."
Luckily, she had strength to spare.
You were strong. 444 had no choice but to give her a thumbs-up.
In the peach grove at the rear courtyard of Guyin Temple, a White Tiger was playfully running around the trees like a child.
At the edge of the grove, a dark-indigo figure stood watching.
He seemed to be admiring the gorgeous peach blossoms filling the courtyard, yet also seemed to be looking at nothing at all. Whenever his gaze drifted toward the White Tiger, it carried a hint of disdain.
Yuan Wu approached quietly and reminded him, "Master, it's time for dinner."
Feng Han turned and glanced at him without speaking. He reached up and plucked a peach blossom from a branch, then slowly brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it.
Yuan Wu looked at the peach petals drifting in the breeze and hesitated for two seconds.
"Master, it's almost dark. The wind is strong in the mountains in the morning and evening. You should go inside!"
The light in Feng Han's slightly lowered eyes flickered. He plucked the peach blossom in his hand petal by petal, letting them dance away on the wind before finally falling to the ground.
He gazed at the lone yet still brilliant petals on the ground, the corners of his thin lips lifting slightly. "Heh, she really does look down on me..."
"Master..."
Yuan Wu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but closed it in the end.
In truth, regardless of the reason—whether Feng Han valued her and wanted to cultivate her, found her interesting, or perhaps because...
Whatever the reason, as long as his master liked her, all he