Yin Ci picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The fragrance of Biluochun mixed with a faint aura slipped through his throat, instantly dispelling the fatigue of sorting out the accounts in the afternoon. He didn't answer Bai Tong's words, and his eyes fell on the small glass jar in the corner of the counter - it contained half a jar of dried gardenias. Lin Wan brought it when he came here last week, saying that he kept it in the store to refresh himself. There was also a note pressed next to the jar, with Lin Wanjuan's beautiful handwriting on it, which said "There will be a question meeting on Wednesday afternoon, you may come late", with a small smiley face drawn at the end.
"What are you thinking about? Your face almost turned into a chrysanthemum with laughter." Bai Tong stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. The silver light on her fingertips was like tiny starlight. "By the way, Qing Lin just said that he sensed strange spiritual energy in the backyard. It was very weak, like a little cub that had just transformed. Do you want to go and have a look?"
As soon as Yin Ci stood up, he heard the brass ring on the front door jingle. It wasn't the sound of a guest pushing the door, but it seemed like something small was scratching the door gently with its claws. He and Bai Tong looked at each other, and both saw a hint of curiosity in the other's eyes - the door of this shop was made of ancient spiritual wood, and ordinary creatures could not touch it at all, unless they were spiritual pets or monks with a strong desire to "communicate love".
