During his breaks from his studies, Su Ming walked through the specialized herb chambers to check on the three seeds he had planted. The amber-colored seed in the Yang chamber, the charcoal-colored seed in the Yin chamber, and the green seed in the Yin-Yang chamber remained buried in the rich soil. They were quiet, absorbing the ambient Qi steadily in their dormant forms, showing no signs of sprouting yet.
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As the weeks went by, Bai Qingxian became a regular visitor to his study. She would go to his study carrying fresh tea and join him at the desk.
As it turns out, she had always held a keen interest in such art, having kept a significant collection of paintings during her years in Medicine Valley.
On a quiet afternoon, she watched him examine the back of the scroll. The yellowed paper was blank, save for a short poem written in dark, flowing ink.
