When Qin Yi woke the next day, the wind, snow, and that grand beam of light piercing the sun had already vanished. All he saw were a pair of enormous tiger eyes.
The Mountain Lord White Tiger was turning its head to stare at him.
Ignoring Little White, Qin Yi raised a hand to touch his chest. Glancing at the ground beside him, he let out a soft sigh.
Someone had come last night.
The Panblood Spirit Jade from his robes was gone. In its place were several bottles of pills, along with a longsword lying on the ground.
He did not ask who Tuanzi was, because Ruan Su would surely have woken him if she had come.
Most likely, it had been Big Sister Meng Peijiu.
With the jade pendant taken away, Qin Yi did not feel any particular sense of loss.
The Nirvana ritual was already over. Keeping the Panblood Spirit Jade meant inheriting the karma of the Northern Phoenix Immortal Clan. Even if they had no intention of acting against him for now, should anyone else who knew of it discover him, whether friend or foe, it would be beyond his current ability to handle.
At that thought, Qin Yi checked his condition again. Only after finding no pain anywhere did he begin to feel somewhat surprised.
When Meng Peijiu first saw Ruan Su in the clothing shop, she had been trembling. He had thought she was afraid at the time, but now it seemed she had merely been awestruck before her deity.
He had put a dog-chain collar around her deity, and had nearly bankrupted the entire Nirvana ritual. Yet when she came to take back the Panblood Spirit Jade, she had actually managed to resist beating him up?
Mm, truly magnanimous.
Giving her his silent