"Cultivation begins with qi ingestion. But, Junior Sister, you shouldn't need to learn that, should you?"
Cheng Xinzhan called Gu Xinshu over to sit at the table beneath the persimmon tree.
He still wasn't quite used to it. At first, he had called her Fellow Daoist for several years. In fact, when they first met, the sight of a dragonkin had startled him, and he had addressed her as Senior. Only after getting to know her and discovering that this dragonkin had an immature disposition, like a child, had he switched to Fellow Daoist.
This dragonkin couldn't speak, and he hadn't known her name, so he had kept calling her Fellow Daoist for years. Later, once they became familiar, he had learned her name, her background, and her age in dragon years, then brought her to live on Bright Governance Mountain. After that, he had started calling her Qin'er.
He had called her Qin'er for so many years that he had grown used to it. Now he actually had to start calling her Junior Sister. Who could have imagined it?
At Cheng Xinzhan's question, the girl nodded. To be honest, she couldn't even understand how one could refrain from ingesting qi.
"Then what you've been absorbing all this time must be water spiritual qi?"
The girl nodded again. Qi ingestion was her instinct, but that instinct only allowed her to ingest water spiritual qi.
Cheng Xinzhan conjured a Lead Bottle and set it before her. "This is Dragon-Screaming Water Thunder Gang. It carries a dragon's might and the essence of water, so it should suit you fairly well. Consider it a first-meeting gift from your senior brother."
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
The girl thanked him and put the bottle away, looking thoroughly demure.
Cheng Xinzhan found it rather amusing. This