Taoist Feng Qing smiled faintly. This girl really is vigilant, but she's wrong about me this time.
"Even the best cook can't make a meal without ingredients. The ones I gave you were leftovers I drew before. Without yellow paper and cinnabar, I couldn't draw more even if I wanted to."
Taoist Feng Qing made a point of explaining. If they misunderstood him, they might refuse to take him to find his disciples.
Only then did Bai Yaoyao nod. She did have yellow paper and cinnabar in her storage space. Once they got back, she would test whether these things worked well. If they did...
She would have to ask Taoist Feng Qing... for a protection fee, at least.
Peiqi continued hovering around Taoist Feng Qing, and within a few words, she had him beaming.
The old man and the little girl each had their own agenda, but they got along quite harmoniously.
Peiqi tried sensing Taoist Feng Qing's thoughts. All she could pick up was a feeling of warmth; she couldn't make out a single word of what he was thinking.
Taoist Feng Qing watched the little girl with a smile. What strange special ability is this? Trying to read my thoughts, are you?
If he hadn't wrapped his mental power in a layer of defensive illusion, she might actually have succeeded.
He was growing increasingly envious of Old Dragon Head's disciples. But the time wasn't right yet. He needed to wait a little longer.
Going now wouldn't accomplish anything. Only three of them had reached Level 7 with their special abilities. They were still... too weak.
Peiqi subtly shook her head at Sister Yao, then winked.
Bai Yaoyao instantly understood. Good. That's fine. As long as there's hope.
On the way down the mountain, everyone moved noticeably faster,