After all that hard work, the smell began to fade, replaced by the faint, earthy scent of wet stone.
Han Yu even managed to clean the bookshelves and wipe off the grime that clung to them. Finally, he gathered all the questionable jars and containers filled with dried, unidentified substances.
Han Yu carried them toward the entrance, ready to throw them out. But just as he was about to dump the lot, he hesitated.
"Wait… Ju Fan wouldn't have kept all this junk for no reason," he muttered, frowning. "These might be ingredients. Or… something worse, but still useful."
After a moment's thought, he sighed and placed them into his storage ring instead. "Fine. I'll figure out what to do with you later."
With the cleaning finished, Han Yu stood at the entrance of his cave, hands on his hips, surveying his work.
"Well, it still looks like a cave," he said to himself, "but at least it's not a diseased cesspool anymore."
