He felt a lump in his throat as he gazed at the holographic screen before him, a smile spreading across his face. Yet, as daylight waned and night approached, he hesitated to venture further. Searching for herbs in the dark, even with illumination, would prove challenging.
"Zhihao, come here," the voice of his master roused him, quickly stepped into the room behind the cupboard.
He met the woman, who appeared to be around Ryusa's age and she had an ample figure. Her exquisite hanfu attire, adorned with intricate decorations in her hair, hinted at her affluent status. Zhihao could sense her aristocratic aura from her presence.
"Yes, Master, is there something I can help you with?" the black-haired man tied in a neat bun bowed, his strands of hair hanging to his forehead.