The Heavenly Emperor Tomb Forest lay in the heart of the Ghost Dream Wildlands. It was a land of the dead, steeped in extreme yin and bitter cold, with a history stretching back several thousand years.
Yue Mingsong held a dark-brown round disk in his hands, checking their bearings as he led the way. Muttering to himself, he said, "A woman's heart is a needle at the bottom of the sea. I never imagined that even that old woman Jin Quexi could put up with you. Looks like that ancient saying was right: women ought to be touched more. Touch them enough, and they become gentle!"
"There's an ancient saying like that?" Ning Xiaochuan asked.
Yue Mingsong said solemnly, "Why wouldn't there be? Isn't Jin Quexi the best example? With other men, forget touching her chest—even if they touched a single finger, she'd dare chop off their entire hand. Yet you touched every inch of her body and even asked her for money. Tsk, tsk, she actually didn't get angry at you. That proves ancient sayings really are the truth!"
Ning Xiaochuan merely smiled without speaking. Jin Quexi might indeed have had an excellent figure, but in his eyes, she was only an injured person. He harbored no other distracting thoughts.
Perhaps he had entertained a few romantic notions, but he was already used to them and could restrain himself with reason.
Yue Mingsong said excitedly, "How about you teach me Heart Nourishing and pill refinement? I want to become a Heart Nourisher too! Tear apart long skirts and fragrant robes with my hands—who told them I'm a Heart Nourisher? What is integrity? This is integrity! A Heart Nourisher's integrity has fallen right into the hems of women's skirts!"
"Shh!" Ning Xiaochuan made a silencing gesture.
Ning Xiaochuan pushed off