The night deepened, and Ling Feng returned to the Heavenly Position Academy, back to that familiar Spiritual Medicine Garden.
He had once promised his mentor, Yan Cangtian, that after returning, he would come to see him once.
"Teacher, I'm back."
He gently knocked on the door of the study. This Spiritual Medicine Garden had nearly suffered total destruction, but after Yan Cangtian returned, he started planting some new Spirit Grass again.
No matter when, he was first and foremost a fervent Alchemist.
"Come in, I've already heard the news of your return! You're quite the busy man now, I didn't expect you to come see this old man so soon."
Yan Cangtian's voice came from inside the room. Although he still liked to joke with Ling Feng as before, there was a faint hint of bitterness and suppression in it.
Apparently, Yan Cangtian was trying hard to restrain the emotions in his heart.
