Inside the quiet room, an eerie silence lasted for a moment before the Taoist priest's slightly apologetic voice was heard.
"You two, my Taoist Techniques are not refined enough, I can only help you this far."
What he meant was, give me some face, don't ask more, hurry and leave.
Qin Yao reluctantly glanced at his copper mirror twice, then reached out with a finger to poke the ash on the ground in front of her, brought the fingertip to her nose and sniffed, it smelled like phosphorus.
"This Taoist priest is quite scientific." As the two walked out of the quiet room and headed toward the dining hall, passing by a hydroponic vegetable garden, Qin Yao suddenly commented.
Qin Feng stopped in his tracks, and looked at her confusedly, "Coughing blood over what?"
"Science as in scientific, learning as in education, even if I told you, you wouldn't understand." Qin Yao lifted her foot intending to walk.
