Having learned his lesson, Xiao Fan did not dare say anything more. Worried about the next day's punishment, he had lost all desire to cultivate, so he took a set of spotless white bedding from his Storage Ring and laid it out inside the Mountain Cave.
"Rest here for a while. I'll go outside and get some air."
Leaving the Mountain Cave, Xiao Fan lay on the grass outside and gazed up at the deep night sky.
The five senses... couldn't it take taste or smell...?
The five senses were sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch, representing a person's vision, hearing, sense of smell, sense of taste, and sense of touch respectively.
To Xiao Fan, smell and taste were dispensable. After all, those two had the least effect on his cultivation.
As for the other three, whether touch, sight, or hearing, Xiao Fan could hardly imagine the agony of losing them.
"Ah..."
Although he had the system and would eventually be able to recover, Xiao Fan was still worried. Only now did he remember that the world he lived in was one where people could be killed.
"What's wrong?"
You Ruo's quiet voice came from behind him. Xiao Fan tilted his head back to look and saw her standing a short distance away.
"Why aren't you resting?"
"Although you haven't said anything, we're bound by a contract now. I can sense the helplessness and uncertainty lingering in your soul," You Ruo said softly.
"I forgot about that..."
You Ruo walked over and sat beside Xiao Fan. A faint fragrance drifted into his nostrils, seeping into his heart.
At that instant, Xiao Fan felt that he did not want to give up even his sense of smell.
"With this queen here, what are you worried about?" You Ruo's calm voice came