She had just arrived at the dormitory and had yet to step through the door when a respectful voice came from behind: "Student Ye, please wait a moment."
Ye Qing Luo frowned as she turned her head impatiently to look behind her.
The person behind her was dressed like an attendant, holding two bottles of medicine in his hands.
"This is a gift from my Young Master." The attendant held up the two bottles with both hands and bent down to deliver them to Ye Qing Luo.
"This bottle is for external injuries, apply it on the four limbs to dispel the fatigue."
"This bottle is for internal consumption, after taking it, the body will recover its vitality."
Ye Qing Luo squinted her eyes and stood up straight against the door: "Your Young Master?"
She had never seen this attendant before.
What he was wearing was also not the uniform of a worker in the academy.
He should be someone from outside the school.
Who … was his Young Master?
The attendant did not answer, but moved his hands closer to Ye Qing Luo.
Ye Qing Luo was an alchemist herself, from the fragrance of the medicine, she could judge that these two bottles were absolutely precious.
Only those above the level of an alchemist could refine such precious items.
Could it be … Di Mo Xuan?
The current her indeed needed such precious pills to replenish her vitality.
And she did not have the time nor the energy to refine pills in the Azure Dew Bracelet.
Immediately, she did not stand on ceremony and took the bottle.
The attendant smiled, saluted again and turned to leave.
"Who is your Young Master?" Ye Qing Luo stopped the attendant and asked.
The attendant paused for a moment and replied: "My Young Master's surname is Chu."
After saying that, the attendant left straight away.
Chu?
Ye Qing Luo frowned and looked down at the two bottles in her hands.
Did she know … someone with the surname Chu?
In her memory, she did not seem to know such a person.
Ye Qing Luo knew that she had a photographic memory.
The other party could take out pills that were above the level of an alchemist, his identity was certainly not ordinary.
She should have an impression.
"You're back?" The dormitory door was suddenly opened.
Mo Ying Yue stood at the door, looking up and staring at Ye Qing Luo with empty eyes.
Ye Qing Luo restrained her thoughts and put the bottle in her sleeve: "Don't you need to go to class?"
When Mo Yingyue heard her question, the corner of her mouth twitched, revealing a strange smile, "There's no need for class … Our class doesn't have a teacher."
"…" Ye Qing Luo blinked her eyes, "No master dares to teach? What class is it that's so powerful? "
Mo Ying Yue was expressionless again. She inched towards the dormitory: "You're back quite early. It seems that the freshman training isn't difficult for you."
Seeing that she had changed the topic, Ye Qing Luo didn't pursue further.
The exhaustion from her body made her not in the mood to continue the conversation.
With a wave of his hand, he returned to his room.
Behind him, Mo Yingyue, who had returned to her wooden chair, looked up.
A faintly discernible ray of light flashed in those usually empty and lifeless eyes.
That stiff and expressionless loli face also had a hint of a smile that wasn't a smile.
…
After returning to the room, Ye Qing Luo sprawled onto the bed without a care for her image.
Qi Qi came out from the void and jumped to the side of Ye Qing Luo's head. It stuck out its soft little tongue and licked her gently.
Ye Qing Luo turned over and met Qi Qi's black tiger eyes.
"Ow ~" Qi Qi opened its mouth and let out a low whimper, as if it was distressed for her.
Ye Qing Luo smiled and rubbed her face on its little body: "I'm going to rest for a while, wake me up before 5pm."
"Ow ow ~" Qi Qi responded and obediently curled up its little body, lying next to Ye Qing Luo.