After completing the last mold, Feng Yuan handed it to Agunas and said,
"Thanks for waiting~"
"Thank you."
Holding the mold, Agunas floated toward the counter, choosing its favorite flowers. In truth, it had already decided on its pick during the long wait earlier. But now, it wanted to double-check for reassurance—it couldn't possibly take every flower, after all.
"That one of yours should be ready by now. Let me see."
Picking up a small bamboo stick, Feng Yuan poked at the amber. A nearby clerk glanced at the time and said,
"It might need a bit more time. If you're not in a rush, waiting a little longer would help prevent damage to the finer details before it's fully set."
"A bit more waiting?"
Feng Yuan reached out to pat the head of the eager Xiao Ji, amused by its impatience. Xiao Ji nuzzled against Feng Yuan's hand and chirped softly. Scratching its neck fondly, Feng Yuan looked at the rest of the group and suggested,
