"Something's not right."
Seated atop the cloud, Xia Ji suddenly turned back and looked at Li Ye:
"I sense the aura of forbidden magic."
"And... it should be the legacy of the drought demon."
Although he said this.
There was no tension or fear on his face.
He was very calm.
"...So what do you mean?" Li Ye, after all, hadn't spent much time with this elder and was unsure of his meaning.
So he straightforwardly asked.
"I mean, you're already at the Nascent Soul stage."
"It's about time you helped out."
"You can't hide behind me like a child needing to be nursed and diapered."
Xia Ji directly took out an item.
Then he gestured below with a nod:
"Fighting at the front is for the Sword Cultivators, but you can also blow a breeze at the back—not pillow talk, spring breeze."
"..."
Why mention pillow talk?
Li Ye muttered internally but dared not say it aloud, only accepting the item.
It was a jade pendant.
On it was a depiction of a gentle spring breeze.
