Several hours later, Xiao Yu slowly turned his hands upward and drew them back, stopped circulating his cultivation art, and gradually opened his eyes.
"Senior Brother, have you recovered?" The moment Xiao Yu finished, Qin Xian'er asked sweetly from a short distance away.
Looking into her bright, blinking eyes, Xiao Yu fell into a brief daze. He had never meditated or cultivated in front of anyone else before.
The main reason was that he had never truly trusted anyone. If someone ambushed him while he was cultivating, the consequences would be unthinkable. Although restoring his magical power did not require the same caution as practicing a cultivation art, it was still a form of cultivation!
Did I really trust the person before me that much? Xiao Yu could not help asking himself.
"Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Seeing his vacant gaze, Qin Xian'er asked again.
"Ah, nothing. Right, these are for you!" As he spoke, Xiao Yu took four Storage Bags from inside his robes and tossed them to Qin Xian'er.
After watching her catch them, Xiao Yu continued, "These belonged to the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators. These four are your share. You helped kill them, too. Without your help, I might have wasted quite a bit more time, and all sorts of unexpected complications could have cropped up..."
"Haha, thank you, Senior Brother! You're so generous!" Qin Xian'er showed no false modesty whatsoever. Before Xiao Yu could finish, she put the Storage Bags away and thanked him with a smile, her voice wonderfully sweet.
Xiao Yu rubbed his nose. Apparently, his explanation had been entirely unnecessary. She had never intended to decline out of politeness.
After putting away the Storage Bags, Qin Xian'er asked, "Senior Brother, where are we going next?" She had a feeling that if she followed Xiao