Compared to all the earlier nonsense and probing, Xiao Yan preferred something tangible. After a brief moment of thought, he reached out and accepted the two cards.
Seeing the slender, fair hand extending from beneath the black robe, a trace of surprise flashed through Ya Fei's eyes. His voice was aged and dry, yet his hand was as clean as a young man's. Just who was this person?
Now that he had the money, Xiao Yan did not wish to linger. He casually waved at Ya Fei and said in an aged voice, "I can leave now, right?"
"Hehe, of course. If you ever need to auction any pills in the future, please remember to patronize the Mite'er Auction House, sir."
Ya Fei smiled faintly.
"Mm."
Answering casually, Xiao Yan rose to his feet and left the stifling room without looking back.
"Ah... alchemists."
After Xiao Yan left, the smile on Ya Fei's face vanished completely.
Pursing her lips, Ya Fei rested her fragrant cheek on her jade-like hand and let out a soft sigh. Alchemists truly were a terrifying bunch. Why did she not possess such talent?
After taking off the robe that even he found cumbersome, Xiao Yan returned to the Xiao Family.
The moment he returned, he did not even go back to his own room. Instead, he headed straight for the guest room.
There was nothing urgent. He simply wanted to see what Miss Wan was doing.
As he knocked on the door, her pleasant voice immediately drifted out from within. "Come in."
"...I knew it was you."
Inside the guest room, a thin stream of fragmented white light filtered through the open window after noon, passing through the swaying tree shadows and falling upon the table.
The graceful figure Xiao Yan saw upon entering