C93 The Difficulties of an Apothecary

Flames danced and smoke rose!

The floating flames seemed to be shaking all sorts of human figures.

Father, mother, how are you doing in the sky?

The crystal teardrops moved in his eyes, the Pill endured it and did not let it fall.

The mountain wind was bone-piercing, and cold.

The Pill could not help but curl up into a ball, like an abandoned little girl