Medicine of this present world, is plainly, very similar to the traditional chinese medicine of Jun Wu Xie's previous world. Though she is unable to produce western medicine, chinese medicine is a breeze for her.
Seeing the herbs being processed one by one, little black cat lay there swinging its tail, unable to shake off the feeling of familiarity with the scene playing out in front of it.
In the past decade, is that not exactly what Jun Wu Xie did? Holed up in the room, labouring over countless heaps of herbs?
In the study, Bai Yun Xian looked on coldly as Mo Xuan Fei and Mo Qian Yuan were engaged in an intense war of words.
Light was fading, as sunset approached, the Imperial City was aglow in the last vestiges of the warmth from the waning sun, enshrouding the palace in a veil of intoxicating beauty.
"How long do I have to wait?" Mo Xuan Fei looked out at the sky, his patience gradually dissipating.
