Pulling his clothes open and finding not a single scar on those thoroughly masculine pectorals, Linghu Qingmo's face immediately darkened, and he raised his hand to give the lecher who had frightened him some electrotherapy.
Xie Jinhuan hastily caught his wrist.
"I know a Demon Path Cultivation Technique. I've already healed, but I lost some blood essence, so I'm rather weak-"
"You call this rather weak?"
"Try me if you don't believe me?"
"Ptooey~"
Just looking at that dragon-vigorous, tiger-fierce physique made Linghu Qingmo's hands feel sore. There was no way he would try. He thumped Xie Jinhuan's chest, then continued asking:
"How has Master been these past few days? She wasn't hurt while she was with you, was she?"
"No. Only Heroine Ye and I suffered a few injuries. Heroine Ye is still recuperating in her room."
"Oh-"
Linghu Qingmo scrutinized Xie Jinhuan's expression.
"Master told me you gave her the Azure Dragon Divine Gift you seized. How did she react when she received it?"
Xie Jinhuan wrapped an arm around Momo's waist and had him sit down.
"She was very excited, of course. But it doesn't really count as me giving it to her. We went to fight for opportunities together, and everyone contributed. Naturally, the spoils went to whoever suited them best. Oh, right, I seized something good for you this time, too-"
Having learned what his ice-cold master was thinking, Linghu Qingmo naturally found it strange to sit on his lap in Master's body.
But when Xie Jinhuan produced a little sword, Linghu Qingmo's gaze sharpened. He did not get up again, merely taking it to examine it.
The little sword was just over three inches long and no more than a finger wide. Its blade resembled white jade, gradually shading into emerald at the hilt.