Su Che rubbed his nose.
He had already formed the Reverted Elixir. His body changed every day and was no longer comparable to that of an ordinary person. Neither illness nor hunger could possibly affect him anymore.
Whether a sneeze or a cough, it had to be caused by something—much like a sudden stirring of the heart. It was his innate spiritual nature warning him.
Could someone be plotting against me?
The meeting in the flower hall had already ended. Li Shouchang and Jiang Shoucheng had each gone to their assigned quiet rooms to rest, while Xue Baizhi had gotten what she wanted and had gone to gather her sect's disciples in Jiankang City.
Only Little Fox remained at Su Che's side. The two sat in the room, drinking tea, eating pastries, and chatting idly.
"Some little hussy must be thinking about you, right?"
Little Fox snickered.
"Though the Weak Water spans three thousand, I take only half a gourdful to drink from you."
Su Che put a pastry into his mouth.
"But when you were looking at Xue Baizhi today, what were you laughing about?"
Su Che had caught Little Fox several times that day, giving Xue Baizhi those strange, ambiguous smiles.
"You like her!"
Little Fox sprang up from her stool, threw her arms around Su Che, and buried her face against his chest with a whine.
"Like my ass."
Third Young Master Su lightly patted Little Fox's head.
"You definitely weren't doing it because of that."
"Of course. Otherwise, I'd have torn down someone's shabby little temple."
Su Che pretended not to understand what Little Fox meant and continued asking.
"Is there something wrong with Xue Baizhi?"
"You didn't notice?"
Little Fox lifted her head, her face full of surprise.
"Notice..."
Before Su Che could finish speaking,