Azureclad and Qing Ting exchanged glances, not sure of what to say. Meanwhile, Feng Qi looked eagerly at Lu Yun. In his eyes, filling his stomach was more important than anything.

“Then… you follow by my side?” Lu Yun asked probingly.

“You feed me until I’m full?” Feng Qi countered.

“I can’t do that everyday… but I think I can do that once a month.” Lu Yun nodded.

“Alright!” Feng Qi grinned brilliantly. Being able to eat to his heart’s content once a month? In the ten thousand years he’d been alive, he could count on one hand—or rather, one finger—the number of times he’d ever been full.

Lu Yun dismissed the formation rope after carefully sensing the changes in Feng Qi’s emotions. Once...