At his words, the women all froze for a moment, then a trace of reluctance appeared on their faces.
"What are you going off to do?" Nalan Yanran asked first.
"I'm going out to raise my Cultivation Level and take care of a few things along the way."
Smiling, Xiao Yan flicked a finger. Countless strands of Dou Qi turned into razor-sharp threads and swept across the sheep's body. The sheep was sliced into countless thin pieces, which his Dou Qi whisked onto several silver platters.
"You're not going out to find another woman, then raise your Cultivation Level along the way, are you?" Nalan Yanran was younger than the others, after all, and still spoke rather bluntly. She gave Xiao Yan a suspicious look.
"Uh, how could I? Am I the sort of person who neglects his proper business?"
Xiao Yan's face stiffened briefly before returning to normal, and he spoke with a perfectly serious expression.
"As long as you're not." Nalan Yanran gave a soft huff, indicating that she believed him.
But the other women, who had already experienced intimacy, did not believe a word of it. They exchanged glances and rolled their eyes at Xiao Yan in unison.
"Hehe, let's eat hot pot. Let's eat."
Xiao Yan laughed sheepishly and waved a hand, sending the platters of thinly sliced mutton into the bubbling hot pot.
The women had long since grown accustomed to his nature. After a few soft huffs, they went back to watching the unusual copper pot before them.
Under Xiao Yan's seasoning, the boiling water in the copper pot had already turned a fragrant crimson. The mutton slices were so thin they were translucent, and after only a moment in the pot, they rose with the bubbling water, carrying a mouthwatering aroma.
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