White apricot blossoms carpeted the courtyard, filling it with a faint fragrance.
It looked like a scene from late spring, when fallen blossoms drifted everywhere.
Yet in truth, there were even more apricot blossoms on the tree, blooming in layered clusters all around. There were simply too many for the branches to hold, so another layer had spread itself across the ground.
On the stone table, some fallen petals had even been arranged into the shape of a moon.
The moon spoke of longing; the sentiment was plain to see.
As Ye Jingcheng stepped into the courtyard, he saw that beyond the flowers and moon, beautiful patterns had been carved into the table. Even the blue bricks and black tiles seemed to shine with spiritual radiance, looking exceptionally different.
Ye Jingcheng smiled faintly. Though he had not come here for more than three years, the arrangement of this courtyard still filled him with warmth.
Chu Yanqing was not there. Ye Jingcheng guessed that she had gone to the Ye Family's Earthfire Hall.
After all, as the Ye Family's chief artifact refiner, Chu Yanqing now had to refine artifacts for the family, and occasionally for Ye Jingcheng as well.
Ye Jingcheng took out a voice-transmission talisman and sent out a spiritual message.
Then he brought out the family's spiritual herbs and prepared to begin refining spirit pills for the Dream-Devouring Insect.
The advancement spirit pills for the Dream-Devouring Insect were not difficult to refine. The most important spiritual ingredient was a kind of Purple Mist Grass.
This spiritual herb was not normally purple, but blue. Only in misty weather would it turn purple.
Thus, although it was merely a first-rank spiritual material, it was exceptionally precious. After all, even if many cultivators encountered it in the wild, they would likely mistake