The next morning, warm sunlight spilled down from the sky, illuminating the courtyard.
Under the fiery red maple tree at the center of the courtyard, two slender figures sat on the stone bench beneath, with three bowls of warm porridge placed on the stone table before them.
"Sister Bi, hasn't Brother Qin Yang come out yet?"
Zilan rested her small hand against her chin, gently stirring her spoon with the other hand, occasionally glancing at the still tightly closed door of Qin Yang's room.
Behind that door, a scorching crimson glow flickered intermittently.
"He should be refining some Small Primordial Spirit Pills."
Bi Luoyue glanced at Qin Yang's door and said.
"Then hasn't Brother Qin Yang slept all night, Sister Bi, should we call for some more food?"
Zilan blinked her sparkling eyes and said.
"Hmm, call for some more. He has a big appetite, and reheat the porridge too."
Bi Luoyue nodded lightly and said.
