“Yes, it’s definitely different inside,” Gu Yan nodded and said.

The spiritual energy within is slightly stronger than that outside, which is beneficial for controlling the heat and refining the spiritual essence of the herbs.

At this moment, an old man emerged from a cave entrance, followed by two disciples.

"This old man greets the Valley Master. Miss is here too," the old man said, stroking his beard, in a very good mood.

"Uncle-Master, I'd like to bring Young Master Gu to use the alchemy room for a moment," Mu Yumeng said with a smile.

"Hahaha, why does the Valley Master need to tell an old man like me what he's doing?" the old man laughed, then left with his page.

"It seems that Elder Gong's alchemy went quite smoothly today," Mu Xue'er said.

“After all, my master’s pill-forming rate and quality are among the top in the elders, only slightly inferior to mine,” Mu Yumeng said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh, shall we have a competition?" Gu Yan became interested as she listened to their conversation.

"Okay, okay, whoever loses has to marry the other, no backing out, or they're a dog." Mu Xue'er said to Mu Yumeng, making a cheering gesture.

"Nonsense! Young Master Gu's flames have already caused our Medicine King Valley to lose miserably, okay? What else is there to compare?" Mu Yumeng said, blushing.

I regret what I just said; I should have known better than to rush to show off.

"Hmph, so you admit defeat. Tonight I'll knock you out, give you medicine, and send you over."

"Otherwise, we'll be breaking our promise, and our Medicine King Valley can't afford that kind of disgrace," Mu Xue'er said, arms crossed.

"You, you, you..." Mu Yumeng was so angry that she couldn't say a word. She could only point her slender white fingers at the unfilial daughter.

"Hehe, stop fooling around, there's no need for that, is there?" Gu Yan said, holding the finger.

"Don't worry, Brother Yan, I'll send her over tonight," Mu Xue'er said, hiding behind Gu Yan.

Mu Yumeng blushed and tried to pull the finger out, but couldn't. Looking at the other man's masculine face, she said, "Young Master Gu, if we're late, the alchemy room will be occupied by someone else."

"It's alright, let's wait until tomorrow then," Gu Yan said with a smile, but still let go of her hand.

From an angle that Mu Xue'er couldn't see, but that Mu Yumeng could see, she took a whiff of it with intoxication.

Mu Yumeng could only pretend not to see and led the way with her head down.

Reading ancient Chinese novels aroused my playful spirit.

She doesn't look like the mother of a woman in her twenties at all; she looks more like a naive young girl.

Her body, too, was youthful and delicate, no less so than that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old.