'Life is full of disappointments, nine times out of ten. It really is true.'
Yang Chan returned from Gu An's residence and leaned back in his reclining chair. The two Maids at his side busied themselves attending to him, placing peeled grapes directly into his mouth.
They were sweet and sour, and the taste was quite good.
This was one of the few fruits grown here in the Cyan Yuan Sect, and its ripening season was the opposite of that of normal fruits.
Swallowing a grape, Yang Chan stopped dwelling on the matter of refining the Three Revolutions Nourishing Viscera Pill. 'If it can't be done, then I'll just delay it.'
