"This is an important clue. You have to tell me how you felt back then—besides angry! I want to find the connection between the two. Maybe we'll discover something else!" Qiao Ranran's eyes darted as she said with a smile, "If you won't tell me, I'll have to ask someone else."
"Someone else?"
"The other person who was poisoned! Venerable Muhua will have him cured soon, and I can ask him!"
"Hah!" Pei Ling pinched Qiao Ranran's cheek and kissed her fiercely. Grinding his back teeth, he said, "Trying to make me angry again? You think I don't know he's still unconscious? What could he possibly sense?"
Qiao Ranran pinched Pei Ling's cheek right back and said just as fiercely, "He's unconscious, but his Divine Sense is awake. I checked his pulse. His Divine Sense is only sealed off; he can still sense the outside world! So he must know!"
Pei Ling: "..."
Forget it. Better just kiss her! This girl was infuriating.
Pei Ling's return breathed fresh life into Qiao Ranran's days. Even the air seemed to smell clearer, and she tackled everything with gusto. She was nothing like the salted fish of a few days ago, too listless to budge.
For everyone else, though, it was less wonderful. Once Pei Ling returned, neither Yan Qingsui nor Tao Doudou could get near Qiao Ranran. Yan Qingsui was used to it, but Tao Doudou couldn't understand why such an annoying person had to fight her for Sister Qiao—especially when she couldn't beat him.
Tao Doudou stood drooping in a corner. Looking down at her short little limbs, she tearfully admitted she couldn't win that fight.
Yan Qingsui sighed and rubbed the little one's fluffy head, ruefully admitting he couldn't beat Pei Ling either.
Their cultivation levels weren't far apart, and