Smoke rose from cooking fires in Albedo's mountain camp, and delicious aromas filled the air. Albedo, the camp's owner, was preparing a stew, while Klee watched her big brother Albedo cook the delicious meal with eager eyes.
As for Yucheng and Shenhe, they were curiously looking around the camp hidden in Snow Mountain. Though its facilities were rather basic, it was small but fully equipped, piled with all sorts of unknown reagents and materials, along with assorted papers and documents.
Yucheng felt a little dizzy after just a brief glance and turned away. Strange, he recognized every word in those documents, so why did they become as obscure and incomprehensible as some heavenly scripture when put together? He couldn't understand a single sentence.
Albedo had actually been observing Yucheng's and Shenhe's reactions all along. When he saw Yucheng dismiss his alchemical documents without a second glance, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed they hadn't come specifically for him.
To an outsider, his alchemical notes looked like so much wastepaper, but to someone in the field, they were priceless treasures.
Albedo had initially thought Yucheng and Shenhe were ill-intentioned people trying to approach him by rescuing Klee. Now it seemed he had been worrying too much.
Albedo poured Yucheng and Shenhe each a cup of hot water to warm themselves up. He was just about to invite them to sit when he looked around and realized there were no chairs available.
Albedo said, "Oh... my apologies, both of you. I forgot there weren't that many chairs in the camp. Please wait a moment."
Albedo picked up a sketch nearby and began drawing rapidly on the paper. Both Yucheng and Shenhe were somewhat puzzled by what he was doing.
Shenhe glanced at Albedo's sketch and saw that he was