After returning to his room, Xiao Yan could not help letting out a breath of stale air.
"What's wrong? Haven't you chatted enough with her? Want me to go find her again so you can have a proper chat?"
"Sure."
"Sure, my ass."
The thick white mist eventually gathered into Old Yao's figure. With an annoyed look, he rapped Xiao Yan on the forehead, making him hurriedly clutch his head in pain.
"The girl herself said that you should focus on refining medicine and consolidating your cultivation during this period. This isn't a time for you to idle about and sightsee; it's preparation for you to soar into the sky in the future."
How could Xiao Yan not understand what his teacher and Miss Wan meant? But teenagers were rebellious by nature. Even when they knew what was right and wrong, they could not help feeling somewhat resentful.
"Yes—I understand—Teacher—"
Xiao Yan dragged out his words as he replied reluctantly.
"You brat, do you really think that just because you've subdued a Heavenly Flame, you're invincible and unmatched in talent?"
Old Yao said, "There are far too many geniuses in this world. If you cling to that mindset, you'll suffer a huge loss sooner or later."
"Can any genius be more talented than Miss Wan?"
"Uh... well, even if there are, there probably aren't many."
"Then that settles it. I'll just take Miss Wan as my goal."
As he spoke, Xiao Yan, who had been listless at the mention of medicine refinement, suddenly looked as though he had been injected with vigor. He took out several medicinal ingredients in his room, along with the Medicine Cauldron Old Yao had prepared for him earlier.
Seeing Xiao Yan's attitude make a complete one-eighty in just a few sentences, Old Yao was left