Time flowed by like water, slipping away quietly.
Wu Tian and the little one had already returned to Yang City. Since his accommodations were limited, he spoke with Qin Yuhan before heading to Xia Qian's herbal medicine company. There, Wu Tian easily found the other herbs needed to supplement the King of Poppies.
It was August in Yang City, and the weather was stiflingly hot. Even with a fan, one couldn't help but feel greasy all over. Only air conditioning provided any real relief.
In the neat room Xia Qian had prepared for him at the company, the air conditioner was already running. The window curtains were drawn, but a little sunlight still managed to stream inside.
