Crack~
Damp firewood landed in the campfire, sending a few sparks bursting through wisps of blue smoke.
Ye Jingtang sat on a rock beside the fire, the Chi Dragon Ring-Pommel Saber planted beside him. He held a wooden stick threaded with two small fish freshly caught from the pool.
Not far behind him, a tall woman in a snow-white dress lay flat on a rock. Her jade-like cheeks had returned to normal, and she once again exuded an immaculate air from head to toe.
Taken as a whole, she looked like a flower fairy sleeping peacefully in the woods, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the beautiful Drunkard who had just been acting up and taking liberties with a man.
Ye Jingtang had inexplicably become a medicine jar... no, a medicine stick. Being rubbed against was one thing, but what he felt was truly beyond words.
Still, for Perfected Person Xuanji to do such a thing, she must genuinely have had no other options. She had only rubbed against him a couple of times. Thinking it over, it did not seem like such a big deal...
As his thoughts wandered, a rush of wind came from the mountain forest. Then the snowy-white Niao Niao landed beside the campfire, spread his broad wings to warm his feathers, and tilted his head toward the Demoness not far away.
"Chirp chirp?"
He probably meant-was she cold and dead?
Ye Jingtang picked up a roasted fish, tore off a small piece, and fed it into Niao Niao's mouth.
"She's asleep. How are things over there?"
"Chirp..."
After demonstrating how to swallow a fish in three bites, Niao Niao reported that the target had not moved yet. He had only come back to cadge a hot meal.
Ye Jingtang knew that flying all over the mountains