Qin Jieyu was stubborn by nature.
Zhang Yuan truly could not win an argument with her, so he could only nod and agree. After finishing the chicken soup, he left the main hall, unwilling to speak further with Qin Jieyu, and returned to the newly built wooden house next door, letting out a breath.
Although Qin Jieyu was only a mortal, whenever he spent time with her, he could always vaguely sense an inexplicable pressure, a suffocating feeling.
Most importantly, through some unknown means, Qin Jieyu could actually monitor his every move at all times. She even knew exactly which books he had read and which cultivation technique he had chosen in the Scripture Pavilion today. That was the most frightening part.
If this kept up, could I still have any secrets from Qin Jieyu?
Zhang Yuan had considered why Qin Jieyu treated him this way, but ultimately failed to reach any definite conclusion. He could only assume that this was simply her nature. After all, he had only been in the Mountain-Sea Profound Yellow Realm for two days and had never even met her before, so there could not possibly be any special reason. Beyond that, there was no other explanation.
Knock, knock, knock.
As Zhang Yuan leaned against the door, lost in thought, knocking came from the other side, followed immediately by Qin Jieyu's voice. "Disciple, your master has brought you a lamp and a quilt. If you feel like sleeping after you finish cultivating tonight, remember to cover yourself. Don't catch a chill."
He opened the door.
Qin Jieyu was holding yesterday's quilt. In the moonlight, only her head showed above it, the corners of her eyes slightly lowered. The sight made Zhang Yuan's heart suddenly skip a beat. He hurriedly took the oil lamp and quilt