A Stroll by the Stream and a Confession, the Belated Seven-Colored Poison Scripture

Xiao Yi Xian's cooking was quite good.

There were not many ingredients in the valley, nothing more than mountain mushrooms, wild vegetables, and a few strips of dried meat from before. She simply stir-fried two dishes and simmered a pot of wild mushroom soup.

Lu Heng ate with great appetite. It was not that he was starving, but sitting in this little wooden cabin and watching the person across from him quietly ladle soup for him gave him a sense of comfort in itself.

He had spent more than half a year in the Snake-People Tribe's Holy City. Although Lu Heng had not worried for his safety, feeling as settled and relaxed as he did now had not been realistic.

Lu Heng set down his bowl and chopsticks, propped up his chin, and looked at Xiao Yi Xian.

His gaze made Xiao Yi Xian a little uncomfortable. She lowered her head and took two bites of rice before looking up and glaring at him. "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at how pretty you are."

The tips of Xiao Yi Xian's ears reddened again. She stuffed the last mouthful of rice into her mouth, rose to clear the dishes, and moved so briskly that she seemed to be fleeing.

Lu Heng did not tease her further. He stood and stretched his wrists. "Want to go for a walk after eating?"

"Mm."

Xiao Yi Xian answered, placed the dishes in a wooden basin to soak, wiped her hands, and followed him out.

When they stepped out of the cabin, Lu Heng held out his hand.

Xiao Yi Xian froze for a moment, then placed her hand in his.

Lu Heng's palm was broad and dry, with the thin calluses unique to cultivators. His fingers clasped Xiao Yi Xian's slender ones, and