"Yu'Er! Slow down!"
Pan Yu was about to run upstairs and had just set foot on the staircase when Can Meng Daoist called out to her.
"You're still injured. You mustn't move around so much, or you'll risk lasting complications. You'll truly regret it then."
Her tone was gently chiding, but it was clear that Can Meng Daoist's affection for Pan Yu ran deep.
She pulled Pan Yu back and made her sit down again.
"However, Yu'Er does have a point. That was my oversight; I failed to consider your opinion, Fellow Daoist."
She glanced at Yang An apologetically.
Yang An was caught in an awkward position, his hand half-extended and frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to accept the offered items or not. When he saw Can Meng Daoist look his way, he quickly retracted his hand and let out a noncommittal laugh.
He was actually already pleasantly surprised by the sheer number of elixirs before him. The collection included most of the essential types, useful in nearly any situation.
