Duan Rong slept very deeply this night.
In this night's dream, all he saw were the various backs of Shen Ping, weaving through...
At times, he saw him grinding medicine...
At times, he saw him putting various herbs into the stone pot to boil and occasionally stirring with a dagger...
At times, he saw him practicing peculiar methods to process some rare herbs...
When Duan Rong awoke from the dream, he stared blankly at the rugged rock ceiling of the cave, a familiar feeling suddenly surged in his heart...
It was as if he had truly lived in this cave for twenty years.
Duan Rong turned his head to look around, bright as snow at the cave entrance, the sky had already brightened completely.
He climbed out of bed, staring blankly at the cave before him, that strange sense of familiarity resonated everywhere...
Duan Rong vaguely understood that this was because he had absorbed too much of Shen Ping's essence.
