"...Huh?"
Although he had been somewhat prepared, Xiao Yan still froze when he heard Yao Wan say that.
"Was I not clear enough?"
Yao Wan frowned slightly. "You are not allowed to have any thoughts about me. As for what flowers you might pick or what grass you might provoke elsewhere, that is naturally none of my business."
"Do you understand now?"
If Yao Wan put it that way and Xiao Yan still played dumb, he would be rather tactless.
"...Ahem, why did Miss Wan suddenly bring this up?"
Xiao Yan could not keep pretending to be clueless, but he could not help feeling awkward discussing such a topic.
"I do not know. Perhaps it is intuition."
Yao Wan said, "You only need to listen to me."
Xiao Yan silently nodded, saying nothing.
"Hehehehe..."
Old Yao, who was inside the Storage Ring, could not help laughing, making Xiao Yan's face turn as red as a monkey's backside.
"L-Laughing? What are you laughing at?!"
Humiliated into anger, Xiao Yan cursed, "You old pervert!"
"...Enough."
Yao Wan did not wish to dwell on the matter either. She raised her right hand, and the dark purple flame slowly drifted before Xiao Yan.
"The most urgent matter is still helping you absorb the Heavenly Flame."
Yao Wan said seriously.
Xiao Yan's expression turned solemn. Before he could say anything, a wisp of pure white mist floated out from the Storage Ring on his finger and condensed into Old Yao's figure.
"Teacher?"
Xiao Yan instinctively swallowed and asked.
"First, restore yourself to your peak condition. Then take out everything you need."
Xiao Yan nodded lightly and took out the Blood Lotus Pill, that small piece of Naling, and the Clear Spirit Pill Yao Wan had refined earlier from his Storage Ring.
Then, he looked at