The attic was silent, save for the soft rustling of ingredients being processed.
The stern old man quite enjoyed this kind of atmosphere.
He recalled his younger days as a garden boy, how countless days had passed just like this in the medicinal fields.
Back then, the only sound was the rustle of insects and silkworms nibbling away.
"Master Yin, one of the apprentices has already finished."
"Which one?"
The assisting Cultivator beside him pointed in Bai Mo's direction.
The stern old man turned his head and saw Bai Mo glancing around, watching the apprentice next to him process ingredients with great interest.
"This one... isn't he from Group B, the ones who just arrived?"
A little surprised, he quickly glanced at the three long incense sticks burning in the corner of the hall.
The incense sticks had burned down significantly.
'Only two incense sticks' worth of time!?'
