As Xie Xiyi listened from the side, his earlier smile vanished, leaving his face expressionless.
Xiaoqiu pulled a roasted sweet potato from inside his robes. "Aotian-ge, have a sweet potato. I've been saving it for you."
Chi Yu took it, surprised to find it was still warm. "Have you been keeping it against your chest all this time?"
He reached over to pull aside Xiaoqiu's clothes and found that his skin was indeed red. Fortunately, cultivators were tough-skinned, or he would certainly have been burned.
Xiaoqiu complained, "That's what you get for taking so long to come out, Aotian-ge. Storage bags can't keep things warm, and sweet potatoes only taste good hot."
Warmth filled Chi Yu's heart. He patted Xiaoqiu's head and thanked him sincerely. "Thank you, Xiaoqiu."
Chi Yu did not go out to slay monsters that day, planning to take a rest instead. Mostly, his whole body still felt weak and rather drained.
The aftereffects are really something, Chi Yu thought. I should do this less. Once you get a taste for it, you can't help wanting more. It's easy to keep thinking about it.
Indulgence really does erode restraint. How true.
However, those gold-leaf-like strands of spiritual resonance had been imprinted into his divine sense, while the Crown Prince's divine sense held none of his spiritual resonance. Once again, it had been a one-sided gift.
That meant this had brought Xuanji no benefit beyond pleasure.
Just as Chi Yu was pondering this, an unfamiliar voice reached his ears. "Big Brother!"
Chi Yu looked up and saw a small, thin figure running toward them from a distance.
Xiaoqiu said in surprise, "Princess Chenyang? Why is she here?"
Chi Yu asked, "Is she Senior Brother Xuanji's younger sister?"
Xiaoqiu said, "Yes."
He frowned. "This is far too reckless. This