That day, Zhao Chunxin lugged the bag of demonic meat back to Li Yuan’s residence, an estate with the number 38, where she waited for him. As soon as he returned at dusk, she rushed over, sack in hand.0

“What were you thinking?” she growled. “Why give me all this meat when you need it yourself? Even if you had to share it, you didn’t have to give me everything! Do you have a brain in there? The sect gives you however much, so you give me that same amount. Why?”0

Li Yuan just smiled. “Senior Sister, I’ve been focused on demonic beast taming lately. I haven’t even had time to practice my blade. One person can only handle so much on their plate at once, right? Blademanship and taming are two different paths; you can’t excel at both at the same time. The sect master values me, so he gave me this demonic beast meat, but it’s basically going to waste at my place. I’d rather you have it and put it to good use....0