With a flourish of his pen, Luo Qian wrote Sorgualang—Mr. Frogman—a check that would come due only when he returned to the Mortal Realm with good news. He also "asked" him to look after Chen Baozi. If it meant getting home, what did that little grudge between Sorgualang and Chen Baozi matter? Even a father's murder or a stolen wife could be settled by turning weapons of war into gifts of jade and silk. One empty promise had bought him a guardian. Luo Qian thought it was a fine bargain.
Back in the Immortal Realm, Luo Qian did not linger. He went straight to the Saint Realm. Little Treasure no longer needed his head, so Boss Luo had much more freedom. But after changing into his saintly body, something felt off. He did not dwell on it. Tie E was still in his Ninth-Rank Grudge-Bearing Woman Transformation, so it was best not to provoke him for now. Luo Qian knocked on Yifen's door. The beautiful Alchemist opened it and let out a moan. It sounded familiar, though Luo Qian could not remember where he had heard it before. It was a little husky, a little low, and stirred by something just waking.
He thought no more of it and walked in. "Get ready. We're going to Black Iron Saint Market right away. Let's get the Bintie Saint Market branch open as soon as we can." As he passed Yifen, his arm brushed against her. Luo Qian felt nothing, but behind him, Yifen went weak all over and nearly fell. What's wrong with me today? Why do I feel hot all over and parched the moment I see him? Fear seized her. He absolutely mustn't notice. I'd die of embarrassment...
Yifen forced herself to stand firm, but she could not hide