When Gao Xian came out of the room, he saw Da Niu working on the Iron-Scaled Demon Tiger's hide, scraping off the bits of flesh and blood still clinging to it.
The Iron-Scaled Demon Tiger was enormous, and there wasn't enough room to spread it out indoors, so they could only work on it in the courtyard.
The temperature outside was bitterly low. Da Niu's face and hands were red from the cold, and even his eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night, yet he worked with utmost care.
When Da Niu saw Gao Xian come out, he hurried to his feet. "Brother, the meat's almost done stewing. We were just waiting for you."
"Where's Qiniang?" Gao Xian asked.
"Seventh Sister was tired too, so she went to lie down for a while."
Gao Xian nodded. "You've been busy all night too. Leave it for now and get some rest."
He wasn't very good at working on hides, but in weather this cold, leaving it for a couple of days wouldn't hurt.
Da Niu said earnestly, "You and Seventh Sister risked your lives, and I didn't help at all. What's wrong with putting in a little effort? I'm not tired."
"Last night was dangerous..."
Thinking back to that battle, Gao Xian felt they'd been lucky. If he hadn't broken through by chance, things might have turned out very differently.
But he hadn't acted on impulse. He'd wanted to save Qiniang and was willing to take the risk.
If he'd failed, there wouldn't have been anything more to say.
Rationally speaking, it had been dangerous, reckless, even a little stupid. It was just that he wasn't so calculating. Sometimes, he simply liked doing stupid things that felt damn good.
Maybe he was just too lecherous. What could he do when