Liu Erlong was placing food in Yu Xiaogang's bowl. He lowered his head, picked up the slice of meat, and put it in his mouth. He chewed twice, his expression unchanged.
He murmured silently to himself,
The immortal herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well?
Tang San, it seems you aren't the only one who knows the secret of the immortal herbs.
I need to make plans for those immortal herbs early, too, and get my hands on them before Tang San does.
Yu Xiaogang had spent six years with Tang San at Nuoding Academy, listening to his inner thoughts all that time.
To Yu Xiaogang, Tang San had virtually no secrets.
Although there was still a small portion of medicinal knowledge Yu Xiaogang did not quite understand, he was familiar with most of it.
Take those immortal herbs, for instance. Though he had never seen them in person, his memory of their written descriptions would let him identify them fairly accurately.
He turned his head, his gaze passing over Liu Erlong's shoulder to settle on Ye Lin.
Ye Lin was eating with his head down, while Xiao Wu occasionally placed a morsel in his bowl.
Looking at that utterly oblivious face, Yu Xiaogang sighed inwardly.
My poor, foolish disciple. Even now, he still has no idea.
Since he doesn't know, there's no need to let him know.
Let me, his teacher, arrange everything for him.
Under the table, Liu Erlong squeezed his palm.
Yu Xiaogang came back to his senses and looked at her. She had her head tilted, studying his profile.
She leaned closer.
"What are you thinking about so intently? Are you plotting something big again?"
Yu Xiaogang shook his head and clasped her hand in return, his tone calm.
"Nothing. I was just thinking