Looking around, one sees some rather old windows reflecting on a weathered wooden desk adorned with the four treasures of the study. One leg of that desk, seemingly unbalanced, has even been propped up with a stone.,Lin Yun remained bewildered. As the person drew closer, he finally saw their face. It was a frail girl with messy, somewhat yellowed hair that clearly showed signs of malnutrition.,"Practicing the art of crafting 'Qing Ling Pills'!"。