Ye Fan drank the medicinal soup, while Wei Ziling stood beside him, watching with a complex expression.
After a long while, when Ye Fan finished the soup, he raised his head, wiped his mouth, and looked at Wei Ziling, asking, "Ziling, something on your mind?"
Wei Ziling hesitated for a moment, shook her head, cleaned up the soup bowl, and went to the kitchen to wash up. Ye Fan was about to return to his bedroom to perform the Rising Dragon Stance to digest and absorb the medicine's potency when Wei Ziling came out of the kitchen.
She was wearing an apron with a cartoon bear printed on it and stood by the wall separating the living room from the kitchen, as if she had gathered tremendous courage, and asked, "Mr. Ye, are you really not a Cultivator?"
Ye Fan replied with a question, "What time is it now?"
"It's nine thirty-six." Wei Ziling took out her phone and looked.
"What about the date?"
Wei Ziling was a bit unclear but still replied, "June 18th."
"Be more specific."
