Jiao was one of the quieter members of the Later Demon Race. After Ao Liu had nearly died by Wang Qi's tongue, she at least maintained the most basic respect toward him. When she sat down across from Wang Qi, she also displayed just the right amount of restraint.
By then, night had fallen, and the autumn evening breeze carried a faint chill. Cultivators would not fall ill from such cold, but it was always more comfortable to stay somewhere warm and eat something hot. Wang Qi ordered fried tea for three, along with some light tea snacks. Each serving of fried tea came with a small red-clay stove and a pottery kettle, while the tea cakes were placed beside them for the guests to add themselves. Only minutes after the tea was served, the water was about to boil. Wang Qi lightly flicked his hand, using spiritual power to lift a small pinch of salt, then gently broke apart a tea cake and dropped it in.
Jiao asked, "Mr. Wang, you just said that there was a serious problem with my Dao Heart..."
"No, I did not say there was a serious problem with your Dao Heart. Your standards for Dao Hearts differ from those of my race, and I am not qualified to judge such matters." Wang Qi said, "It is simply that you are a smart person. Smart people always think a few steps farther than ordinary people."
Jiao appeared very shy. "I am a tree, merely a blockhead of wood. I do not deserve such excessive praise from you, sir."
"Tch. Whether you deserve it or not, you know it in your own heart." Wang Qi said, "Anyway, among my many students, you are the only one who knew to visit the Repository Chamber [museum] to