Choice

Seven days later, the banquet proceeded as scheduled.

Eight Chen before that, Ling Xiao returned first.

When she returned, she was in terrible condition—listless, weary, and exhausted.

"Senior... I'm back." She patted her face, forcibly roused her spirits, and bowed to Li Qi.

The bow was performed rather carelessly, not only because she was exhausted, but because she knew this Heaven-Piercing Realm senior would not truly spare her a glance.

Yet, to her surprise, Li Qi actually looked up at that moment.

After looking up, he said, "You look pale. Did things not go smoothly with the invitations?"

As he spoke, Li Qi raised his hand. A stream of Yang Energy emerged from his fingertip and entered Ling Xiao's body, making her body tremble as she immediately felt refreshed and clear-headed.

Li Qi could clearly see that her Yang Energy was thin and her spirits were poor, so he merely needed to replenish her. It was simple.

Whether the small world of the human body was healthy depended on whether its qi was balanced. For Shamans, who turned the small world of the human body into an open system, all they needed was to absorb external qi and maintain the balance within. Thus, they generally did not fall ill or grow physically tired, apart from mental exhaustion.

But Ling Xiao was clearly suffering from more than mental exhaustion. Her body was exhausted as well.

If Li Qi had not known the reason, he might have thought she had gone mining.

As Ling Xiao felt her body gradually recovering, warmth rose in her heart. Yet even greater confusion shrouded her mind, so she did not suppress it and asked directly, "It went very smoothly... but I don't understand, Senior. Why did you make the invitations anonymous?"

Yes, the invitations Li Qi