Zhuge Buhuo clearly felt the pain in his body ease considerably. He looked at Yun Che in shock, his heart a tangled mess. The other man's methods seemed even more unfathomable now.
Sure enough, even with over 450 more years of cultivation, he still could not hold a candle to him. Just how did he cultivate? Could anyone in this world truly have talent so unreasonably great?
"Why... are you helping me?" Zhuge Buhuo asked.
Yun Che snorted. "So you know I shouldn't help you. You knew Ke Yi and I had already consummated our marriage, so why couldn't you stop thinking about her? More importantly, Ke Yi doesn't have the slightest affection for you. Honestly, I'm really curious."
As he spoke, Yun Che held out his hand. "Hand over the Purple-Accrued Divine Fruit. With my medical skills, completely resolving your physical problems won't be difficult. Letting you eat that Divine Fruit would be a waste."
Zhuge Buhuo's mouth twitched. This was blatant robbery, yet he even claimed he could cure his physical problems. Did he really think Zhuge Buhuo would believe that?
But faced with Yun Che's miraculous strength, he knew he had no option to refuse. Helpless, he could only hand over the Divine Fruit he had obtained with such difficulty.
The two chatted as they flew deeper into the Secret Realm. Zhuge Buhuo's thoughts wandered, and after a long while, he said, "Actually, the reason I'm so fixated on Qin Keyi goes back to a night of heavy snow..."
"Get to the point." Yun Che rolled his eyes at him.
"Ahem!" Zhuge Buhuo coughed lightly, composed himself again, and began recounting a past so sorrowful it would bring tears to anyone who heard it.
"It was the lowest point of my youth. Both my parents had died,