Step! Step!
Han Zhao listened to the hurried footsteps and put the pill furnace and the medicinal herbs on the table into the Sumeru Pouch.
Then, he slowly cleaned the broken medicine dregs on the table.
"Creak!"
Yan Baichuan entered the room.
"Brother Han, Senior Sister Lu is back! When I was listening to music on the second floor of the Flower Rain Tower, I saw her riding on a horse and passing by on the street. She should have returned to the martial arts academy."
"Senior Sister Lu is finally back."
Han Zhao stopped what he was doing and looked happy.
"Junior Brother Han, you're still refining pills?" Yan Baichuan looked at the medicinal dregs piled up on the table and the wooden bucket on the ground in surprise.
Just by looking at the amount of medicinal dregs, he knew that Junior Martial Brother Han's pill refinement process was probably not smooth.
"I have nothing else to do."