Burning yang pill
Zhan Chen picked up the wooden boxes which contained the spirit herbs. Then he moved over to the small mat which was placed before the pill cauldron.
He sat on the comfy looking mat which was placed over the thick carpet of the pill room. "Ling'er, come here", Zhan Chen beckoned towards Ling'er who had already stood up from her kneeling position.
"Ling'er, you can lie on your stomach beside me and use your mouth on it. I will concoct a pill at the same time", Zhan Chen spoke.
"Young master, is not it going to disturb you?", Ling'er looked towards Zhan Chen with a confused look on her face. According to her, what Zhan Chen was planning to do was too risky for an alchemist. Generally no alchemist would like to be disturbed while they were concocting a pill. Concocting a pill required the utmost focus and concentration of an alchemist. But here her young master was planning to concoct a pill while they were doing this naughty thing.