Yue Wen was very pleased with the little batch of poisons he had bought from Old Bai.
Refining pills took quite a while, so Yue Wen and Zhao Xing'er did not wait there. They returned to City Seven first to look after the Agency's business.
Qi Dian planned to stay and watch over his pills until they were ready. Whether his immortal physique could take shape depended on them, so he took this very seriously and intended to keep Old Bai company without sleeping or resting. They were not far away anyway; if anything happened, Yue Wen and the others would still have time to come help.
After they returned to the Agency, it began snowing again, leaving a thick layer on the ground. Winter nights came early in the north, and the sun had already set a little after four in the afternoon.
Xing'er stood outside in a thin white down jacket and little white fluffy earmuffs, looking up at the sky. A little frost had gathered on her eyelashes, and her large eyes looked bright and crystalline.
Many passersby could not resist stealing a few extra glances at the sight, feeling as though they had stumbled onto the filming of a commercial or music video.
Yue Wen glanced out from inside and also thought it was a beautiful scene.
When he looked up again a few seconds later, Xing'er was already energetically wrestling with Big White in the snow.
Yue Wen could not help smiling. Sure enough, Xing'er could only stay composed for three seconds.
He was wondering whether to go out and join them when someone pushed open the Agency's door. A little boy in a thick padded school uniform walked in. He had a chubby little face, his features scrunched together with anxiety.
"Tough Guy Bro!"