On the way back to the pavilion, ever since Mu Xinyuan had learned of Xiao Yan's alchemist rank, the way he looked at Xiao Yan had become somewhat strange. Xiao Yan felt that it was the look of someone drooling over a feast.
However, this was not the first time Xiao Yan had encountered such a thing. Most people who learned of his identity as an alchemist wore the same expression.
It was just that whenever Mu Xinyuan recalled Venerable Wind's warning in the letter, he felt a stifled frustration, as though he had nowhere to exert his strength. He was certain that Venerable Wind had accurately anticipated his thoughts, yet he truly could not help coveting a genius like Xiao Yan, which made Mu Xinyuan feel especially miserable. Still, seeing Mu Qingluan call Xiao Yan "Senior Brother" again and again, Mu Xinyuan felt that this was quite good as well. At the very least, he could tell that Xiao Yan genuinely cared for Mu Qingluan. As long as Xiao Yan was willing to maintain a healthy relationship with Mu Qingluan, that was already a good outcome.
After the three returned to the pavilion, the Green Autumn Fruits on the platter once again caught Xiao Yan's attention. After tasting one again, Xiao Yan could not help asking, "Elder Yuan, how are these Green Autumn Fruits cultivated? This junior is rather curious. Of course, if it involves the Heavenly Luan Clan's secrets, then pretend I never asked."
Having received Xiao Yan's praise, Mu Xinyuan felt somewhat proud within. Everyone knew that magical beasts were far inferior to humans when it came to intelligence, yet in this matter, the Heavenly Luan Clan had clearly accomplished something even humans had not.
"There is no need to hide it from you, and there is