When Yun Lin returned from his master's medicine store with the medicine, it was already noon. Before he even reached the front door, he could hear a burst of laughter coming from inside the house.

"Haha, I never expected that Senior Brother would be like this. It seems like I'm pretty lucky."

As soon as Yun Lin entered the room, he saw Yun Yang holding chopsticks, laughing with no decorum. His small face, originally reddened due to the cold wind, appeared even redder.

In front of him, there were dishes arranged on the table, and Yun Ting sat beside him with a smile on his face.

The two junior disciples seemed to have been discussing him just now.

When Yun Ting saw Yun Lin appear at the door, he quickly suppressed his smile and stood up. "Senior Brother."

Yun Lin nodded at him, entered the room, and placed the medicine bowl he held in his hand in front of Yun Yang. He then opened the lid on top and said, "Drink the medicine first."

A pungent smell of medicine immediately permeated the room.

Yun Yang's nose was a bit stuffy, so he couldn't smell the scent of the medicine clearly. He glanced into the medicine cup at the dark brown liquid, and then picked up the cup and took a sip.

As soon as the medicinal juice touched her taste buds, Yunyang's complexion immediately changed.

"Puh." Just as the medicine was taken into the mouth, it was all sprayed out in an instant. He was a devil, and it was his first time experiencing a minor human ailment. Naturally, he had never tasted the flavor of this medicine before. He didn't expect it to be so bitter and astringent, extremely unpleasant to drink. With a furrowed brow, he glared at Yun Lin with some anger and said, "Senior Brother, you want to harm me."

Yun Lin truly felt wronged. "The medicine was prescribed to you by Shishu after examining your pulse and diagnosing your symptoms. He personally brewed it, and I made a special trip to fetch it for you. How could I possibly harm you?"

"This disgusting thing can cure diseases? Don't deceive me." Yun Yang thought that only someone with a mental illness would ever drink this.

For a moment, Yun Lin didn't know how to explain it. However, a faint, barely noticeable smile appeared in her eyes. "Didn't you ever get sick before today? Or take any medicine?"

Yun Ting also felt puzzled, "Junior Brother, haven't you heard the saying that good medicine tastes bitter?"

Yun Yang shook his head incessantly, "No, no, I simply won't drink."

Second senior brother looked at him as if he were throwing a childish tantrum, chuckled, and took out a small paper package from his pocket, placing it in front of Yunyang. "I heard from senior brother before morning class that you're sick. He said that he would have Shifu Huian come and take a look at you. I figured Shifu Huian would prescribe bitter medicine for you, so I brought this for you."

Yunyang curiously opened the paper package and found several square-shaped, golden-yellow pastries inside. The pastries emitted a fragrant aroma of osmanthus flowers.

He was about to reach out for it when Yun Lin stopped him with a shout, "Don't touch it."

This sudden shout scared Yunyang, causing him to quickly withdraw his hand. Even Yunting was shocked; how could he be so careless, actually taking out the Osmanthus Cake in front of Senior Brother?

"Where did you get this osmanthus cake from?" Yun Ling asked Yun Ting. The Xuan Yin Sect is a place of purity and the kitchen would not make such delicate pastries.

Moreover, the disciples of Xuan Yin Sect are self-sufficient when it comes to food. Alternatively, the Steward of the Dining Hall would go down the mountain to purchase supplies from the villagers. It is strictly forbidden for disciples of Xuan Yin Sect to bring food back to the sect without permission.

"I... " Yun Ting was caught off guard by his senior brother's question. He lowered his head for a while before finally answering the eldest senior brother's question, "It's something I secretly bought when I snuck down the mountain a few days ago."

Yun Lin sat down in front of the desk, with a serious expression. "Since that's the case, you can go and receive your punishment from Elder Li Jue on your own."

Yun Ting pouted discontentedly, stood up from his seat, and walked towards the door. Although he knew that it was against the rules to leave, and he was well aware that Senior Brother has always been strict and wouldn't show any favoritism, why didn't he give the osmanthus cake to Junior Brother before Senior Brother returned?

"Drink the medicine," Yun Lin pushed the medicine bowl towards Yun Yang.

As soon as Yun Yang thought about the taste of that medicine, his facial features twisted together. He glanced at the pastries left behind by his second senior brother, which looked incredibly delicious. "Can I eat this after taking the medicine, senior brother?"

"You can eat if you want, but after eating, remember to go to Elder Li Jue's place to receive punishment with your second senior brother," Yun Lin said with a serious expression on his face, reaching out to bring the incense burner on the table closer to him.

Although Yunyang's nose was congested, he could still smell a faint mix of sandalwood from the remaining fragrance in the incense burner, intertwined with the scent of medicinal herbs. The smell was the same as the one emanating from his senior martial brother.

Just at that moment, Yun Ting, who had just walked out, turned back. "By the way, Senior Brother, I came back because I have something to tell you. Yun Shuo, Junior Brother, has returned. It seems he has found some clues about the destruction of the Wan Ling Valley. He has already reported to Master, and Master said that after you finish lunch, you can go to Zhuyue Pavilion to discuss it together."

As soon as he heard the three words "Wanling Valley," Yun Yang immediately straightened his back and felt a sense of unease in his heart. He gulped down the medicine from the medicine bowl, ignoring even the bitter taste of the medicine.