Bu Lige felt that he was only a tiny step away from death.
If it weren't for his obsession with going to Origin Mall...
He could definitely have slept until nightfall in one go.
"I say, was that really necessary?" Bu Shiyi looked rather amusedly at Bu Lige beside her, who resembled a wandering ghost.
"Isn't it all because of you?" Bu Lige said irritably. "If it weren't for you, would Father have demanded so much from me? Do you know how long I cultivated? Do you know when I went to sleep? Do you know..."
"Hm?"
"Sorry, I was wrong."
Bu Lige's apology came with practiced ease, as though he had gone through this countless times already.
Bu Shiyi glanced at him but said nothing about Bu Lige using her spiritual energy barrier to shelter himself from the rain.
The weather in the early morning was still gloomy. Thick, heavy clouds blanketed the sky, and winter rain fell in unbroken threads, splashing white spray from the puddles on the ground.
The snow in the city had already melted away in the winter rain at the end of the Month of Cold Winter, yet the temperature showed no sign of rising. Instead, it seemed to have dropped quite a bit.
Bu Lige could clearly see the white mist of cold breath escaping his mouth.
There were not many pedestrians on the streets during the winter morning. In Jiuyao City, the concept of office drones as a group had yet to emerge.
White cooking smoke curled up in the distance, eventually dissolving into the dim sky color.
"I smell food!" As they neared Origin Mall, Bu Lige immediately perked up.
Bu Shiyi folded her arms and watched Bu Lige leave her spiritual energy barrier and charge toward Yuan Gui's Shop nearby.