Zi Yan was momentarily at a loss for words after hearing Hun Changqing. She gave it some thought with that little head of hers, which had never been particularly clever, and realized that if he wanted to harm her, he really had no need to go to such lengths. She nodded thoughtfully and said with some hesitation.
"Then... does that mean I should call you... Master now?"
"Heh heh heh..."
Hun Changqing nodded in satisfaction and said,
"Little girl, seeing how dim you looked earlier, I never expected you to catch on so quickly. It seems I misjudged you."
"Hmph! I'm not dim!"
The moment Zi Yan heard Hun Changqing call her dim, she became unhappy. Her lips puckered and her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster's as she spoke indignantly.
But then Zi Yan seemed to remember something. Her eyes lit up, and she stepped forward to grab Hun Changqing's black sleeve, saying,
"So if you really are taking me as your disciple, what you said earlier about helping me grow up, and those pills..."
As Zi Yan spoke, she felt her saliva threatening to drip from her mouth. Her throat bobbed as she kept swallowing, clutching Hun Changqing's sleeve tightly with a burning gaze.
It was as though her gaze had pierced his black robe, revealing the Storage Ring on the pale, slender finger hidden beneath it, along with the countless delicious pills stored inside.
"Heh heh heh..."
Seeing Zi Yan like this, Hun Changqing knew he had successfully spirited away the precious dragon. Pills were her Achilles' heel.
Hun Changqing took another Storage Ring out of his own, then tossed some bottles and jars into it, making Zi Yan's eyes sparkle.
A moment later, Hun Changqing tossed the Storage Ring filled with pills to Zi Yan.