The next morning.
A knock came from outside. Little Jiu tensed up like a thief caught red-handed, stopped the Ice Domain, and asked as calmly as he could, "Who is it?"
"Little Jiu, Teacher made soup for you. Come out and eat!"
Little Jiu hurriedly opened the door, blocking Shui Xinrou's line of sight. He immediately shut it again, pushed away Shui Yue'er's curious head, and only then walked to the dining table.
When he lifted the lid of the clay pot, he found some bizarre thing inside—a black, strange-looking bird stewed together with several red fruits.
Shui Xinrou smiled. "This is a Phoenix Crown Black Chicken carefully raised by the school, along with Blood Vine Goji berries. It's extremely nourishing! I specially made it for Bing'er."
Little Jiu froze. She already knew something had happened to her? This wasn't a sixth sense—was it an eighth sense?
"Is this even edible?" Little Jiu gave it a disgusted look, then scooped up a spoonful and drank it. It was actually delicious!
He did not stand on ceremony, tearing off a drumstick and gnawing on it. I spent the whole night on edge. I need to replenish myself properly!
"That's not for you!" Shui Xinrou rapped Little Jiu on the head irritably and pointed toward the room. "Hurry up and bring it to Bing'er."
"I doubt she has any appetite." Little Jiu sighed. Her Martial Soul had died—what could she possibly feel like eating?
I just hope she doesn't make a scene when she wakes up. This is giving me a headache!
Seeing that Shui Xinrou was about to nag him again, Little Jiu immediately picked up the chicken and goji soup and entered the room.
After sorting out his thoughts, he shook Shui Bing'er awake. The moment Shui Bing'er regained consciousness,