Beside the campfire, Yun Qing neither agreed nor disagreed with the pair's teasing. He merely lowered his eyes, holding a small piece of spirit fruit between his fingertips and patiently offering it to the warm little bundle of golden fluff in his arms, Little Golden Fur.
The Little Radiant Chick tilted his head, blatant disdain written in his beady eyes. He gave a soft "chirp," as though complaining about the terrible food.
Yun Qing: "..."
With a sigh, he silently looked into his empty Storage Pouch, where only a scattering of Spirit Stones and Magic Treasures he had plundered over the past few days remained.
He could not help sighing inwardly. I'm so poor I can't even afford to raise a chicken.
The pressure of "providing for his family" welled up in Yun Qing's heart again. He rubbed the little fellow's fluffy head with his fingertip and inwardly gritted his teeth. Tomorrow, I'll rob those Aristocratic Clan scions. Rob the rich to help the poor!
Looking down into the Little Radiant Chick's seemingly speechless little face, Yun Qing's gaze softened despite himself. He continued stroking his Little Golden Fur, a quiet understanding flowing between the larger and smaller figures that no outsider could intrude upon.
Even Yun Qing himself had not realized when his longing for family ties, and the hopes he placed in them, had quietly become tethered to this palm-sized scrap of warmth.
The surrounding Rogue Cultivators held their breath, not daring to disturb the self-contained world of "one man and one chick." After all these days, who did not know how much this frail little yellow chick meant to Brother Yun? He feared smothering him if he tucked him into his robes, feared dropping him if he held him in his hands. The chick was more precious