Ning Xiang took two Spirit-Gathering Pills, then planned to go help Qin Ge. Unfortunately, he had already dealt with all the Azure-Winged Canglan Birds.
Damn it. Now she, the War God, had nowhere to put her talents to use.
Ning Xiang refused to resign herself to this.
A lotus leaf floated over to her, bearing a dozen or so demon cores.
Ning Xiang felt the bliss of being fed by someone else.
"This is really bad," she sighed. "It'll encourage my bad habit of chasing comfort and shunning hard work." Then, brimming with guilt, she accepted every last demon core.
"It's fine," Qin Ge said. "These are offerings of filial respect to you. It's only right and proper."
Filial respect...
Recalling the wonderful things she had done as a child, Ning Xiang felt thoroughly embarrassed. "You still remember that?"
The vine flew back to Qin Ge, shrank to the thickness of a strand of hair, and wound around his wrist.
"After all, there aren't many people in this world who can take advantage of me. Young Lady Ning, you were the first."
Why do I feel like what he really means is: Ning Xiang, you're dead. You dared take advantage of me? I'll kill you.
She steeled herself. "Go on, then. What do you want me to call you? Great Immortal Qin? Ancestor Qin?"
Qin Ge said nothing. He merely raised his hand slightly, a spring breeze billowing from his sleeve, and instantly swept away the sinister wind surrounding them. Amid dancing streams of light, he summoned a skyful of crabapple blossoms for her.
A dazzling array of crimson, a beauty beyond compare.
Ning Xiang was gazing in a daze when Qin Ge said, "I won't take advantage of you either. Just call me 'Brother Qin.'"
Ning Xiang: "..."
She