"Master, you have to save Third Senior Brother..."
Seeing this, Zhou Qing immediately grew anxious.
"Save what? There's not a damn thing wrong with him. He's just overheated. And stop researching all that messy junk—breathing in too much of those fumes won't do your body any good. Get up already. Aren't you ashamed? Do you know how busy I am?!"
Mo Xingjian kicked the unconscious Yan Xiaohu squarely in the butt, then turned and went inside, grumbling and cursing.
The moment Yan Xiaohu heard that, he scrambled up from the ground and burst into tears of joy.
"I'm fine, I'm fine! You scared me to death. I'm not touching that stuff anymore. I'll never touch that stuff again!"
Yan Xiaohu still looked deeply shaken, but he happily grabbed Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing: "..."
At that moment, he suddenly understood his master a little better. With two such troublesome disciples under his roof, who knew how many headaches he must have had every day.
That was right. Third Senior Brother loved researching and experimenting with all kinds of things, his interests stretching far and wide. Take obscure items like Spirit Turtle Fluid—ask him about it, and he could rattle off an answer without pause.
Zhou Qing remembered that time in the back mountain of Divine Peak, when he had caught an Ice Soul Dark Scale Fish. He had originally wanted to give Yan Xiaohu one, but Yan Xiaohu had refused and instead asked for the fish's reverse scale, saying he needed it for research.
At this Five Sects Treasure Exchange Gathering, he had likewise bought all sorts of strange and bizarre things.
"Come on, come on! Your senior brother has survived a great calamity, and I'm in a fantastic mood. Today, I'm treating you at Jade Cuisine Hall!"
Having been given