Chi Yu said angrily, "Senior Brother Xuanji, stop playing with my divine sense!"
Xie Xiyi said, "Your divine sense is too weak. When you're weak, people can squash and stretch you however they like."
Chi Yu protested, "I'm already much stronger than before!"
That powerful divine sense continued kneading his, making Chi Yu feel rather comfortable, even his spine going limp. "What's going on?" Chi Yu asked in surprise.
Xie Xiyi replied, "What do you mean, what's going on?"
His face slightly flushed, Chi Yu said, "This feels kind of nice."
Xie Xiyi replied, "That's normal. Having your divine sense strangled hurts, too."
Chi Yu felt his scalp tingle, his cheeks quietly reddening, but he said, "Stop kneading it, Senior Brother Xuanji."
Xie Xiyi kneaded his divine sense into a little dragon with an upturned tail again, but where its dragon head should have been was a puppy's head with long, drooping ears, sticking out its tongue in a crooked grin.
Chi Yu: "..."
What kind of spliced-together species was this?!
"Don't casually extend your divine sense where there are people." Xie Xiyi's pleasant voice reached him. "Once cultivators' divine senses collide, it becomes a fight to strangle each other. At best, your divine sense will be damaged; at worst, your nascent soul spirit will be damaged and your cultivation will stagnate."
Chi Yu was making little humming noises in his throat from the kneading. "I know. How could I not know that? I only dared extend my divine sense because this is a mortal city."
A hint of amusement entered Xie Xiyi's voice. "And that's how you fell into my hands."
"Stop kneading it, Senior Brother Xuanji," Chi Yu said without much conviction.
Xie Xiyi chuckled. "You don't look like you don't want it."
Chi Yu: "..."
Chi Yu