Chi Yu answered with some difficulty, "My Divine Sense... it hurts."
Xie Xiyi said, "Extend it."
Chi Yu slowly extended his Divine Sense, which had recoiled from the pain. Xie Xiyi's warm Divine Sense soon enveloped it, instantly easing much of the pain.
"It's Intent Poison," Xie Xiyi said.
"Intent Poison? What's that?" Chi Yu finally caught his breath.
Xie Xiyi said, "It's used to stop cultivators from prying. Contact poisons you, and without an antidote, your Divine Sense will gradually wither."
Chi Yu: "..."
"Didn't I tell you not to extend your Divine Sense carelessly?" Xie Xiyi asked somewhat sternly.
Chi Yu said dryly, "I can't stop eating for fear of choking. If I don't use it whenever there's danger, I'll never grow."
Xie Xiyi's tone softened a little. "There's no need to rush."
He glanced toward the slowly approaching procession and asked, "Whose did you touch?"
Chi Yu said, "The person riding Moonlight."
Xie Xiyi said, "We need to have him cure you."
The crowd around them erupted. "It's really a dragon! A dragon! Exactly like the paintings!"
"Not necessarily. They're multicolored in paintings. Why is this one so black?"
"A demon dragon! This must be a demon dragon."
Behind the soldiers at the head of the procession was a train of carts pieced together from long wooden planks, bearing a thoroughly dead black demon dragon. It was enormous, with black hair along its spine, a ferocious head, and wide-open eyes. Black blood dripped through the cart boards onto the paving stones. Some commoners couldn't resist approaching with jars to catch it, but the guarding soldiers blocked them with their blades and barked, "Demon blood is poisonous. Don't touch it."
Only then did those commoners reluctantly retreat.
Chi Yu watched with wide eyes and couldn't help exclaiming, "It