The candlelight flickered as a stream of cold air passed by, and the flames burned vigorously.
Yan Li'an, lying on the bed, slightly opened his eyes.
He coughed once, looking towards the table outside the canopy.
"I've thought it through."
The wind stirred the canopy, bringing the tinkling sound of a teacup.
"If elder brother has made up his mind, why should I obstruct?" said the speaker, their tone laced with helplessness.
"That's right," Yan Li'an propped himself up, sitting straight against the bedrail: "Once my injuries are a bit better and I can move, we'll set out immediately. You have the Li Family girl prepare some things for the journey. The road to Penglai is long, and without the right path, we might not enter in three to five years. It's always good to prepare more."
Yan Wanqing looked at the clear tea in the cup shimmering in her palm, nodded with a wry smile: "Alright."
