His hand holding the food paused for a moment, and his footsteps did the same, as he looked over at the person beside the table.
"Are you preparing to start refining medicine?"
"First, I'll get ready, and I'll start the medicine refinement tomorrow," said An Jiuyue with a smile.
Then she walked out from the inside of the table to his side, intending to reach out to take the tray from his hand, but he dodged it.
"You go sit down, I'll carry it."
An Jiuyue obediently went to sit down at another table nearby, waiting for Qian Jiyun to place the food in front of her.
...
Time flew, especially when An Jiuyue was preparing the antidote. Five days felt like the blink of an eye.
Without the troublemaker Gu Qingyu, the group from Qingyun Sect were very well-behaved and never came out again. When mealtime arrived, one of the senior brothers would fetch their meal from the kitchen.