Although capturing Little Flame and having him refine pills seemed like a lot to have happened, it was actually only noon.
Chu Ge uploaded today's chapter along with the earlier Qiu Qiu's Autobiography, shamelessly counted them as two chapters, and took Qiu Wuji out to eat.
Romance was, of course, the greatest enemy of writing, and even of cultivation.
Just look at these two. They had driven Little Flame to work so hard refining several batches of pills, yet had not taken a single one before heading out shopping... Who knew whether Yan Qianlie would rebel on the spot if he found out?
The rain was still heavy. Sharing a large umbrella, they leaned close together and picked their uneven way along the road.
Chu Ge used to particularly hate rain like this. One look at this weather, and he could not be bothered to go out. Qiu Wuji, on the other hand, rather liked it. How could an immortal fear rain? Rather, the lingering autumn rains let her feel autumn's freshness. Occasionally, when poetic inspiration struck, she could even recite a couple of verses about listening to the rain in a stone pavilion.
Now, though, things seemed to have reversed a little. Chu Ge really liked this rain because it let him snuggle up to Qiu Qiu beneath the umbrella. It felt especially intimate.
Qiu Wuji, however, was beginning to find it uncomfortable. Walking down the street with their arms around each other felt so embarrassing... Nor could she casually use mystic arts in the street, leaving her unable to keep the rain off even if she wanted to. Even such a large umbrella could not stop the rain drifting in at an angle. Before long, her back felt soaking wet.
"Why did you only bring one umbrella?" Qiu