Kian pressed his lips into a thin line, unmoved. Even as Magnus shoved the fasting pill toward his mouth, he didn’t open it, tilting his head slightly to avoid it. “I’m going to Herb Peak.”

Magnus let out a dry laugh. “Go ahead,” he said, throwing his hands up, done with it. “Don’t expect me to take you. If you wanna go, walk there yourself.”

The sect was massive, with the two peaks miles apart. Without spiritual energy to activate arrays or command spirit beasts, it’d take days to reach Herb Peak on just two mortal legs.

Not to mention the vast undeveloped stretches in between–there might be wild beasts in the mountains that could snatch this kid up and eat him. Or maybe he’d starve or exhaust himself to death before any beast got the chance.

Magnus watched Kian coldly. Even the most stubborn people had their limits. He didn’t believe this kid actually had the guts to trek to Herb Peak on his own.

“You’re really doing this?” It took only a couple of seconds for him to crack, his eyes widening in shock.

Kian bolted forward several yards in a single step, showing no hesitation. His upright, bamboo–like figure radiated determination. He wasn’t just talking–he meant to find Nyx.

“I must owe you two something from a past life!” Magnus grumbled, claiming he was done but still chasing after him. With a yank, he hoisted Kian up.

He lifted Kian into the air, channeling energy to use a swift–travel technique, when his gaze suddenly landed on rustling in the forest below. From up high, he could see everything clearly.

Nyx pushed through the bushes and emerged, tilting her head up. Two pairs of eyes locked onto her, and she gave an embarrassed look. “Uh. I’m late.”

She stood just outside the boundary wall, having heard every word of their conversation.

“Today was a fluke–I got too caught up planting and lost track of time,” she explained to Kian. “It won’t happen again, I swear.”

“I’ll come tomorrow, and the day after, until your injuries are healed. I’ll come pick you up and take you home.” Her eyes were warm and bright, as if saying ‘I’ll always be good to you.’

As their gazes met, the quiet anxieties and unease in Kian’s heart melted away. He broke free of Magnus’s grip, leaping to the ground. For the first time, he ignored all notions of propriety and pulled Nyx into his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into him.

Magnus’s expression froze as he stood awkwardly to the side. Being a third wheel didn’t bother him.

back, and she’d heard it all. There couldn’t be anything more embarrassing than this. For a moment, his eyes darted around, avoiding Nyx’s

the little rabbit. He’d never given look to her face either–she

kind

difference if she hated him even more now. But

their back was gossip. If word got out, his reputation as an elder would be ruined. Would the little rabbit go tattle to her master? Cyan would definitely laugh at me,‘ he thought.

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then a faint hint

out the lunchboxes, took her mate’s hand, and found two cushions to

Kian. “I was in a rush tonight, so I only made one veggie dish. If Magnus doesn’t want any, I guess you’ll have to handle the extra portion.”

suddenly felt a prickling on her back. Turning reflexively, she saw Magnus

soothingly, helping her calm down. She tested the waters

third lunchbox, his tone stiff.

without hesitation, his feelings grew even more complicated. A “thanks”

little rabbit really had a good

to speak nicely

it into his mouth. His eyes widened instantly, then squinted as

bamboo shoot hit his tongue, and the fragrance exploded several times over. The texture was crisp and tender, the flavor so fresh it almost made him

wolfed down most of the portion before finally pausing to

mind the abundant spiritual energy it held, free of any alchemical toxins like in pills–just the taste alone made him think the culinary cultivation methods for spiritual plants were on another level. The ingredient itself

want to finish

some rare spiritual plant you got from Cyan’s stash?” he asked, a bit sour. “I knew Cyan was hiding the good stuff from me, but

this was–he’d never even seen it before. Probably because it’d been turned into a dish, he couldn’t tell what it originally looked like.

munched on a shoot, puzzled. “These are white bamboo shoots I grew this afternoon.”

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