Sister-in-Law, Stop Fooling Around. Your Young Man Needs His Medicine

[Passion, Chivalry, Cunning, Cultivation]

"Young master, it's time to take your medicine."

"Sister-in-law, please calm down..."

A moonless night, a windy sky, medicine administered at midnight.

Why has a young man well-versed in the classics embarked on a path of no return?

Why is his gentle, virtuous sister-in-law so determined to continue the family line?

Is it all fate's design, or the collapse of morality and the distortion of human nature?

This humble one is nothing special, just a proper alchemist.

Oh, no, this humble one is a scholar...