林婉儿在洞府门口跺了跺脚，小嘴一撅，气呼呼的。她双手叉腰，仰头望着洞府门口的牌匾，上面三个龙飞凤舞的大字“炼丹世家”，底下还有一行小字“前任家主座下”。嘿，这气派的，可气死人了！

“师父你倒是出来啊！我师兄又被隔壁张师兄打了！你个老骗子，就知道炼丹炼丹，也不管管旁人！”林婉儿对着洞府里大喊，声音又尖又细，像只小麻雀。

洞府里静悄悄的，连根针掉在地上的声音都能听见。林婉儿皱了皱眉，又跺了跺脚， Anger in her eyes was like a volcano about to erupt. She knew very well that her master was inside, probably busy with some丹药. That guy could be more absent-minded than a lost chess piece when it came to炼丹. But didn't that mean he should at least care about her?

She poked her head into the洞府, but saw nothing but a long corridor leading to the inner chamber. The corridor was dimly lit, with fireflies floating around like tiny lanterns. The air was filled with the scent of medicinal herbs, faint but pleasant.

"Master, you're inside, aren't you?" she called out again, her voice a bit softer this time, but still full of frustration.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the corridor. It was her master, a middle-aged man with a long beard and wearing a simple robe. His eyes were twinkling with a mischievous smile.