The Three Brocade Pouches had taken Xu Ziqing down.
Chu Huai Xu left the Cold Pool and headed straight back to the Bamboo House.
"A World Protagonist can't lose his fighting spirit!" That was all there was to his thinking.
By the time he got home, the sun had already set.
Big Ice Block had already finished the first dish.
"Make one dish less. Little Xu won't be back for dinner today." Chu Huai Xu said to Han Shuangjiang, feeling rather like they were a Family of Three.
"You just left him alone in the Secret Realm?" Big Ice Block turned to look at him.
"Yeah. He's enjoying being tortured in the Third Level." He laughed carelessly.
Hearing this, the cold-faced girl didn't continue the conversation.
The ambiguous Third Level was something this well-off young lady didn't want to discuss in depth.
Whenever she thought back on it, her long, jade-like legs felt a little stiff, and she couldn't help squeezing them together.
Come to think of it, she'd been rather confused these past few days.
At Chu Huai Xu's personal insistence, a little odd-job boy had inexplicably appeared in their home. Then, inexplicably, the boy had become Junior Brother Xu.
Han Shuangjiang was a person who kept others at a great distance by nature, and she wasn't keen on letting people get close to her.
She and Chu Huai Xu had been through a lot in a short time and had lived together throughout, so naturally they'd grown somewhat closer.
In her eyes, Xu Ziqing was now just a fellow junior disciple who was fairly quick at getting work done.
So she didn't pay him much attention.
Chu Huai Xu had actually noticed this too.
"Han Shuangjiang has the Script of a Great Female Lead: focused entirely on her