C114 The Candle Talks in the Night

The scent of purple dragon saliva incense wafted gently from a small copper cauldron, intricately carved with the image of a Bodhi tree, as delicate trails of blue smoke rose into the air. The faint aroma of sandalwood filled the room. Ye Chuxue sat quietly in a steaming wooden tub, immersed in the soothing warmth of the water.

His pale, slender body was enveloped by the hot water