With a person and a bird leaving the Primordial Orb, their figures appeared in the herb garden. Lin Yixuan saw his sister and his eyes lit up; he grabbed the nest with the little dragon hatchling and ran over from the edge of the Spiritual Spring.
"Yixuan, why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"
Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered, landing on Yixuan's snow-white hair, her heart feeling a sharp pain.
"Sister, you just came out of the retreat, are you going into the Orb to cultivate again?"
Lin Yixuan had heard about the accelerated growth of medicinal plants from Mo Canglan and, harboring his own little secret, had been waiting by the Spiritual Spring the entire time.
Lin Qingluo's eyes were gentle: "This time it will be short, no more than half a month."
"Sister."
Lin Yixuan looked hopeful: "I want to join you in the Orb to cultivate."
"Sure."