Losses Piled High

Inside the Stone Cave.

The two sat facing each other.

Cheng Buzheng accepted the Spirit Tea and thanked her, then took a small sip.

He did not drink it all. Only a trace of the Spirit Tea entered his body.

Cheng Buzheng felt his magic power, Treasure Body, and soul all improve slightly.

After carefully sensing it and confirming there was no harm, he finally relaxed.

Even if a single drop of tea contained the most potent spiritual poison, it could not harm a cultivator. Besides, the slightest trace of Spirit Tea would trigger a reaction if anything were wrong, but clearly nothing had happened.

In the past, he would not drink any Spirit Tea offered by others. But this time, the tea was simply too tempting.

Besides, his true body had come in person this time, so he naturally had to be even more cautious.

Only after confirming it was safe did he swallow the rest of the tea in his mouth.

Seeing this,

a glimmer flashed in Murong Wanwan's eyes. As if asking casually, she said,

"Fellow Daoist, do you have a cultivation partner?"

As she spoke,

a hint of anticipation flashed through her eyes. She gazed at Cheng Buzheng, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

At that moment, not a trace remained of the cool aloofness Murong Wanwan had shown earlier at the White Cloud Sect.

They were not at the White Cloud Sect, and no one else was around. She did not need to worry about the animosity between their sects, and could bare her heart completely.

At her sudden question,

Cheng Buzheng could not help but freeze!

A cultivation partner?

Did she mean a fellow cultivator on the path of cultivation, or the kind who shared intimacy of body and soul?

But when he saw