What did it mean to forget the pain once the scar had healed?
The moment that lump of "cotton candy" went down, Little Sixteen swallowed back her tears. Savoring its sweet flavor, she stood there grinning like a fool.
Jiang Yang had not expected it to work quite so well. It was only a Qi Refining-grade Spirit Treasure, hardly precious to either him or Shang Qingzheng. They could draw one from the peak whenever they wished, and it was not as though Little Sixteen could not afford to eat one.
Since the grade isn't the reason, it must be because of Broadwood.
Jiang Yang barely needed to think to understand the cause, though Little Civet's reaction still left him clicking his tongue in wonder.
Little Sixteen smacked her lips. She did not think too deeply about it, merely sensing instinctively that it was good for her. She came over, tugged at the hem of Jiang Yang's Daoist robe, and tipped her head back to ask:
"Ooh, that was delicious! Is there any more?"
Spirit Treasures were formed by nature and obtained through a fortunate touch. Strictly speaking, that lump of qi had once been part of Jiang Yang's cultivation; how could he simply keep splitting it off? Seeing that she showed no ill effects, he waved a hand.
"No more. So greedy and disobedient, too. No wonder she wanted to teach you a lesson!"
At that, Little Sixteen instinctively covered her head and crouched on the ground, looking sincerely repentant. Jiang Yang laughed and patted her head.
"Good, so you know to be afraid now. Go play."
After sending Sixteen off, Jiang Yang turned and walked over to Shang Qingzheng. By then, she had straightened her disheveled clothes. After that little encounter, she was too embarrassed even to raise her