Forty-One Frames

But Qiao Ranran's words gave him a sliver of hope. A crack had opened in the shattered ruins of his heart—she said she could heal him.

The Half-Demon found a corner and curled up. He was used to the posture; it brought him a moment's peace.

He did not want to give up.

Author's note: Clutching my poor liver, I sneakily whisper: another chapter later QAQ

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Chapter 41: Forty-One Frames

Once the opening date of the Yao Mountain Secret Realm was confirmed, the atmosphere in Fufeng City grew noticeably tense. After witnessing several fights between cultivators, the inexperienced Qiao Ranran holed up at their lodgings and refused to come out.

She really was that hopeless. Better to spend the time refining more elixirs for emergencies.

Yan Qingsui had never expected to get a share of those elixirs. The little bottles, in all their shapes and sizes, looked especially adorable to him. "There's some for me too? Oh, I couldn't possibly!" He said that, but his hands showed no sign of slowing down.

Each bottle was thoughtfully labeled with its contents and stuffed full of plump, round elixirs. It was nothing like the showy practice of putting only a few pills—or even just one—in a medicine bottle.

Yan Qingsui liked it that way, and he did not mind that they were all low-level elixirs. Those were consumables; preparing plenty of them was the most thoughtful