In the room, the ancient wooden box Han Feng had left behind was quietly sitting on the table in the center.
A pot of Spirit Tea was warming beside it, wisps of steam rising and giving off a faint fragrance.
"Young Master Han, have some tea..."
The maid Xiao Mei obediently poured Han Feng a cup of tea, but her large eyes kept darting back and forth between him and her young mistress.
"Young Master Han, during the days you were away, my mistress stared at this box in a daze every day, reminiscing about you whenever she saw it..."
"You're too talkative!"
Xin Ruoyin's cheeks instantly flushed crimson. Even her fair earlobes turned bright red as she glared reproachfully at Xiao Mei.
"Don't listen to Xiao Mei's nonsense, Young Master Han..."
Han Feng was no expert in matters of love, but seeing this scene, how could he fail to understand?
This exceptionally gifted woman in formations clearly had developed feelings for him.
He did not expose her feelings, merely smiling calmly as he guided the conversation back to business.
"I searched through some ancient texts and found that this restriction should be the Town Origin Ancient Restriction passed down from ancient times..."
Xin Ruoyin quickly composed herself and began explaining the restriction on the wooden box to Han Feng in detail.
She truly was a genius in formations. When explaining obscure and complicated ancient restrictions, she was clear and logical, making profound things easy to understand.
She carried a uniquely focused air about her.
"This ancient restriction is entirely different from the restriction systems passed down today. It places greater emphasis on sealing and transforming the source of Spiritual Energy...
"An ordinary cultivator who wishes to comprehend it won't even be able to touch the threshold without more than