Xin Xiaoqi was jolted awake by a sudden, searing pain.
Although his physical wounds had mostly healed over the past few days, he had remained unconscious and unable to eat. During this time, Wen Qingya had been personally feeding him. Fortunately, the flesh of the serpent-dragon they had slain was vast and nourishing—despite days of consumption, there was still plenty left. The creature must have cultivated for many years; even its corpse hadn't decayed.
Today, however, something was different. Just as she fed him a spoonful of broth, Xin Xiaoqi stirred restlessly, causing soup to spill over her hand. Annoyed, Wen Qingya gave him a light slap on the chest. But as she withdrew her hand, she noticed something unusual—his eyes, usually tightly shut, seemed to twitch. A faint slit appeared in one eyelid.
Could he be waking up?
She leaned closer to inspect him.
Suddenly, Xin Xiaoqi's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing for the black-veiled hat on her head.
Wen Qingya instantly understood—he was trying to snatch off her veil in a sneak attack!
She scoffed coldly and shouted, "Oh? You're all healed now? Then get up and train your Fool's Divine Technique!"
With a swift motion, a surge of unknown energy erupted from her palm, and Xin Xiaoqi was launched off the stone bed in a perfect arc.
"Ow! What about my human rights?!" he shouted mid-air.