Little Flame refined three whole batches of pills.
For a moment, he even wondered whether the whole point of his escape had been to refine pills for this shameless couple.
After all, the Cloudreach Sect was not known for pill refinement. Forging flying swords was where they excelled; every sect had its own specialty. Once, when Qiu Wuji needed medicine to recover from Divine Soul exhaustion, she had even had to trade with a mole for it. It had taken Chu Ge's divine intervention to give their Elder Yang a sudden flash of inspiration and produce a batch of new pills...
In short, when it came to refining pills and making medicine, Yan Qianlie could wipe the floor with the entire Cloudreach Sect.
He had never imagined that the skill he took such pride in would now be used for menial labor...
Here he was, refining pills with his own body, while that shameless couple turned on a strange screen hanging on the wall beside him to watch other people kiss, each happily sucking on a milk candy.
Unbelievable. To think I actually lost to these two.
The Heavenly Dao is unjust! Oh, he is the Heavenly Dao.
Little Flame was refining pills in grief and indignation when he heard Chu Ge ask, seemingly offhandedly, "Hey, Qianqian..."
"Don't call me Qianqian!" Little Flame was indignant.
"Oh, then Flamey?"
"Even if you are the Heavenly Dao, I can still curse you out."
"All right, Little Flame. Why did you turn up at the Black Room? Was it because you sensed a concentration of mental fluctuations there?"
"What damn mental fluctuations did those people have?" Little Flame said bitterly. "I happened to see that Zhong Yi having a private conversation with someone. I thought he had some secrets, so I followed him.