Fifty-Two Frames

"Since Miss Qiao says so, shall we continue?"

At Feng Changdong's signal, the three Feng Family Members took the lead again, and the others followed close behind. Yan Qingsui, who wanted nothing to do with Feng Changdong, volunteered to bring up the rear. Wen Ziheng did not come over to chat again, speaking only a few quiet words to Feng Changdong now and then.

Pei Ling had been toying absently with Qiao Ranran's fingers. Perhaps at first he had only wanted to see what was so remarkable about their combined fortune. Now he simply did not want to let go—and with these two men around, both of whom made Qiao Ranran act a little differently, he wanted to let go even less.

"Qiao Ranran."

"Mm?" Perhaps even Qiao Ranran had not noticed that Pei Ling had stopped calling her "Senior Sister" some time ago.

"Is there anything you want?"

"..." Qiao Ranran gave it a moment of serious thought. "As for a small goal right now, I suppose I'd like to find a Medicine Cauldron?"

She had been teasing Yan Qingsui earlier, but she had not been joking. The Medicine Cauldron she used for alchemy did not even qualify as a Spirit Artifact. After all this time, it could only just manage the low-grade Elixirs she made. Her cultivation had improved, and she had long since become capable of refining higher-grade Elixirs, but her cauldron simply could not bear the strain. Finding one that suited her was imperative.

"Junior Brother Pei, are you planning to find me a Medicine Cauldron?"

Pei Ling gave her fingers a little shake. "You can start by wishing for one. Perhaps your wish will come true."

Qiao Ranran pursed her lips. So all I can do is wish for one.

Yan Qingsui: "..." He really