The flavor today was not bad. It was crispy and fragrant, unlike the sensation of chewing wax no matter what she ate.
Mo Lian was quick to perceive her intention, so he quickly scooped up her small figure, whispering quietly into her ear, "Darling, Darling. Let's go home first before doing anything else."
Qiao Mu turned her small face around to look at him, and an urgent voice cried out nonstop in her heart: Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate!
She also shouted rapidly, "Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate!"
Mo Lian was stunned, but he quickly concurred as he stretched out to hold down her limbs. "Okay, okay, okay. Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate! I'll bring you back to the Eastern Palace's cultivation grounds okay? The mystic energy there is much denser than here."
He had to first coax her back, Mo Lian ruminated.
