Beneath the peach blossom tree, the wispy green smoke of the spiritual tea drifted through the branches and wafted far away.
Lin Shitao sipped her tea, gazing at the distant Peach Blossom Mountain, eerily silent, then at the bustling Shuangmu Island, suddenly lost in thought.
She then shook her head and finished the cup of tea she had set down in one gulp.
"Shiming, I alone am enough for alchemy!"
She knew Shuangmu Island was already in turmoil, and so was the Southern Sea; she really could leave Lin Shiming aside.
But the Lin Family, Shuangmu Island, they needed Lin Shiming too.
And most importantly, Lin Shiming needed her.
She would brew any elixir for Lin Shiming.
Lin Shiming was taken aback; he hadn't expected Lin Shitao to say such a thing.
But after meeting her eyes, Lin Shiming suddenly understood.
Lin Shitao was still that same girl; she had her thoughts and considerations.
Her thoughts were meticulous, yet she still took care of the big picture.