Before him was only a plate of charred braised pork, a stark contrast to Ling Feng's five dishes and soup.
He looked at the braised pork in front of him, black as charcoal, then at the vividly colored dishes before Ling Feng.
Little Black seriously suspected that Qian Renxue had done this on purpose.
It was definitely because he had just badmouthed Ling Feng in front of her.
Just because he was a soul beast did not mean he did not understand emotions.
In fact, his heart was crystal clear. He had seen through this little girl's thoughts at a glance.
After twelve years of spending day and night together, Qian Renxue had developed a different kind of feeling for his master.
As for what kind of feeling it was, Little Black could not quite explain it.
Human emotions were too complicated, unlike those of soul beasts. Soul beasts were simple: they merely wanted to sleep with the other party, have them bear offspring, and produce excellent bloodlines.
Human emotions were complicated and ever-changing, with all kinds of versions—familial love, romantic love, friendship, something more than friendship but less than lovers...!
While eating, Ling Feng suddenly asked Qian Renxue, "Xiao Xue, you've been at my Hidden Sword Peak for twelve years now, haven't you?"
Qian Renxue did not understand why Ling Feng had suddenly asked that.
Her heart inexplicably tightened, and a bad premonition arose.
Her eating motions paused. She picked at her millet rice in small bites, her big, doe-like eyes fixed on Ling Feng as he spoke.
"Mm~! What is it, Ling Feng?"
Ling Feng took a small sip of the grape wine he had brewed himself and continued, "You've been at my Hidden Sword Peak for a full twelve years. Have you ever thought about going down