"...Huh?"
Although he had been somewhat mentally prepared, Xiao Yan still could not help but freeze when he heard Yao Wan say that.
"Was I not clear enough?"
Yao Wan's embroidered eyebrows furrowed slightly as she said, "You are not allowed to have any thoughts about me. As for what flowers you pick or grasses you provoke yourself, naturally, that is none of my business."
"Do you understand now?"
Since Yao Wan had put it that way, if Xiao Yan kept playing dumb, he would be rather tactless.
"...Ahem. Why did Wan Guniang suddenly say that?"
Xiao Yan could not very well keep pretending, but talking about this topic was inevitably awkward.
"I don't know. Perhaps intuition."
Yao Wan said, "You only need to listen to me."
Xiao Yan silently nodded, but said nothing.
"Hehehehe..."
Yao Lao, who was staying inside the Storage Ring, could not help laughing aloud. Xiao Yan's face turned as red as a monkey's backside.
"Laughing, laughing at what!"
Xiao Yan, embarrassed into anger, cursed, "You indecent old thing!"
"...All right."
Yao Wan did not want to dwell any further on this topic either. She then raised her right hand, and that cluster of Deep Purple Flames slowly floated before Xiao Yan.
"The urgent matter is still having you absorb the Heavenly Flame."
Yao Wan said solemnly.
Xiao Yan's expression grew serious. Before he could say anything, a wisp of pure white mist drifted out from the Storage Ring on his index finger and condensed into Yao Lao's figure.
"Teacher?"
Xiao Yan subconsciously swallowed and asked.
"First recover to your best condition, then take out everything you need."
Xiao Yan nodded lightly, then took the Blood Lotus Pill, that small piece of Spirit Storage, and the Clear Spirit Pill Yao Wan had refined earlier from his