Feng Yun observed quietly from behind as Feng Xueyi completed the final hand seal and withdrew the flame. A soft "ding" echoed inside the cauldron, followed by a thin wisp of fragrant steam rising from the lid.
Her eyes lit up.
"The pill fragrance…! I did it!"
Carefully, she opened the cauldron. Three small, round pills rolled gently to one side, their surface smooth and bright. It wasn't perfect—but for a first-rank alchemist with barely a month of training, it was impressive.
Feng Xueyi carefully lifted the jade bottle from the cauldron and breathed a small sigh of relief. The pill fragrance lingered in the air—light, medicinal, promising.
She straightened to her feet, pleased with herself, and turned around.
"F-Feng Yun?" She blurted out, almost dropping the bottle. "What… what are you doing here?"
Her voice carried genuine surprise.
After all, despite being cousins, she and he rarely talk to each other. Not very friendly.
