Three days later, Qingyan Village had returned to peace.
Under the old locust tree at the east end of the village, Ling Xiao was teaching Qinghe the art of pill refining. Flames danced beneath a crude medicine cauldron, and the medicinal liquid inside bubbled, emitting a faint, refreshing fragrance.
"Lower the heat by another thirty percent," Ling Xiao instructed. "Yes, just like that."
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