"How is it?"
Jiang Che asked with interest.
"Passable."
Dugu Linglong set down her soup bowl, her tone as indifferent as ever.
After that, however, she reached for the dishes noticeably more often than usual.
Before long.
Her small bowl of rice was empty.
Dugu Linglong hesitated briefly, then reached out and served herself another half bowl.
Watching her, a hint of amusement surfaced in Jiang Che's eyes.
"I thought you weren't interested in indulging your appetite, Reverend?"
Dugu Linglong's fingers paused slightly around the rice spoon.
"Repairing the formations today consumed a great deal of True Qi."
"I see."
Jiang Che nodded with a perfectly straight face.
"It seems that although you claim to be free of desires, your body is quite honest."
Dugu Linglong froze.
Although she had lived in seclusion in the mountains for years, she was not entirely unfamiliar with worldly expressions.
At first, there seemed to be nothing wrong with Jiang Che's remark.
But the more she considered it, the more she sensed an elusive undertone of intimacy.
Dugu Linglong raised her eyes and gave Jiang Che a cool glance.
"No talking while eating."
With that, she lowered her head and continued eating the food in her bowl.
Yet the delicate ears hidden among her silver hair quietly took on a faint blush.
Jiang Che knew when to stop and did not tease her further.
Still, he could not help reflecting to himself.
Reverend Zhiheng might appear aloof and imposing, but spending time with her was proving more interesting than he had imagined.
Over the next few days.
Life on Mount Zhongnan gradually settled back into its peaceful rhythm.
The two repaired formations during the day.
In the evening, they returned to the Main Peak, where Jiang Che prepared their meals and Dugu Linglong