Qingxuan said, "This is jade marrow."
The corners of his lips lifted slightly, an unusual light in his eyes. "It's excellent stuff. You can absorb more of it, Junior Brother Long. It's very beneficial to your cultivation."
"Is that so?" Chi Yu sat down opposite him, and Qingxuan personally poured him tea with perfect ease. "...Junior Brother Long, it was my fault that you were swept into a rift in the secret realm five hundred years ago. If you don't mind, you can stay at the Xuanxiao Immortal Sect. I'll give you an elder's position."
Chi Yu said, "That doesn't matter. I don't care about those things. Actually, I came to the Xuanxiao Immortal Sect to ask for your help, Senior Brother Qingxuan. I want to know where Senior Brother Xuanji and the others are."
He frowned slightly and said with some worry, "I've actually already been to Zizai Continent, but the people of the Luopo Chan Sect seem extremely reluctant to speak about Senior Brother Xuanji. I couldn't find out anything."
Qingxuan said indifferently, "Senior Brother Xuanji defected five hundred years ago."
"What?" Chi Yu looked astonished. "How could that be?"
Soon, his astonishment turned to obvious sorrow. "How could this happen? Why would he defect when everything was fine?"
Watching him, Qingxuan felt something stir faintly in his heart. He stood, walked over to Chi Yu, and reached out to grasp his shoulders. "Junior Brother Long, don't be sad. With Senior Brother Xuanji gone, I can take care of you."
Chi Yu lifted his face. "Really?"
"Of course." Only now did Qingxuan notice that Chi Yu's eyes were golden, just like Xuanji's. Questions arose in his mind, but tenderness still predominated. Lowering his voice, he said softly, "Junior Brother Long, I felt terribly guilty about what happened to