Qiao Mu didn’t comprehend what Sikong Fuling was saying to her at all. She merely found a clean place to sit on by instinct.

  Meanwhile, Sikong Fuling had soon built an open fire, starting to roast the small-sized mystic beast that she had cleaned.

  Before long, the scent of roasting meat wafted out, and Sikong Fuling grumbled, “Chomping on dry food every day has made my mouth tasteless. Even though the meat from this small-sized mystic beast isn’t too tender, the good thing is that it hasn’t mutated. So just make do with some of it.”


  “I had put in a good amount of effort to get rid of its gamey smell,” Sikong Fuling mentioned as she tossed her a chunk of thigh meat that was wrapped in a tree leaf.

  Qiao Mu sat there like a jade sculpture, but when the bundle flew in front of her face, she automatically reached out to grab it, catching it securely.

  Sikong Fuling raised her brow, her probing gaze settling on Qiao Mu’s body.

  She thought back to when the Raksha Princess had been defeated into fleeing by Qiao Mu. It seemed that the Raksha Princess had suddenly yowled while gripping her head as she retreated backwards.

  Sikong Fuling’s pupils promptly contracted, and she bit the mystic beast meat in her hand. It was tough, sour, and disgusting, making her truly feel like she would not be able to swallow it.

  When she looked up again, she saw that the little lady had already finished nibbling at that chunk of thigh meat in just a short period of time.

  Sikong Fuling secretly started to admire the little fellow on the spot.

  She was a bit unconvinced on the inside upon thinking about this. Therefore, Sikong Fuling wrinkled her brows, and with the determination to undergo the most severe trials, she swallowed down that tough and slightly souring meat, feeling nauseous as she ate.

  Her admiration for Qiao Mu in her heart increased several degrees further.

  How could Sikong Fuling have known that the little lady completely lacked a sense of taste, and everything she ate felt like chewing wax. This was only a subconscious action of filling her stomach.

  If she were to recover her sense of taste, then she would spit the meat out after one bite, not to mention such a large chunk!

  When night fell, Sikong Fuling found a clean place to lay down to rest. Yet upon glancing over, she saw that Qiao Mu was sitting up properly underneath the tree, meditating with closed eyes.

  She couldn’t resist twitching her mouth.

  It simply scarred her eyes seeing that Qiao Mu was not sleeping and still cultivating at night!

  She touched the dagger beside her. After tossing and turning for more than half the night, she finally sat up, eyeing that expressionless face of Qiao Mu’s in the dim light of the night.

  Gritting her teeth, Sikong Fuling stood up and walked nimbly over to her side.

  Sikong Fuling reached toward the dagger strapped to her calf. She drew her blade but then halted, gazing back at Qiao Mu with a doleful look.