"You drank it too?"
Chen Ye immediately felt a headache coming on. Having one problematic apprentice was already enough.
Now even the senior apprentice was caught off guard?
Zhiwei’s heart skipped a beat under his gaze, and her already flushed cheeks from the potion turned even redder.
Chen Ye thought to himself, "This isn’t good."
Zhiwei’s face was so red, it looked like she really got affected?
But Zhiwei has the Purity Glaze Body, and theoretically, this kind of potion from the Emotion Crossing Sect shouldn’t easily affect her emotions...
He wondered aloud, "Huh? Didn’t you just take a sip?"
Just before, Chen Ye had been using his Divine Sense to monitor his two apprentices.
Although he said they should train themselves,
Deep down, he couldn’t help but worry, always keeping a close watch on them.
Zhiwei’s heart started beating faster, thumping against her chest.
The black-haired little girl forced herself to stay calm, "I just... just sipped a little. Seeing Qing Jun drink so... so happily, I thought it was just regular Spirit Tea... but now I feel uncomfortable all over!"
Her voice became softer and softer, almost as faint as a mosquito at the end.
The all-knowing master had already understood.
The senior apprentice was much more sensible than Qing Jun; it seemed like she was just embarrassed.
Chen Ye chuckled awkwardly, "I understand, I understand. So, Zhiwei, should you go inside to heal?"
This Spiritual Vehicle is specially designed for the Lingyin Sect’s Guardians; it’s far more sophisticated than it appears on the surface.
The interior is fully equipped, and there are various rooms, making it practically a mobile home.
If Zhiwei went inside to heal, her privacy would be guaranteed.
The black-haired little girl was stunned.
Smart as she was, she instantly realized what was implied.
Wait a minute.
Did the master want her to handle it herself in the back?
But... how could she possibly have the nerve to do that?
It would be one thing if the master helped her heal, but it would be too embarrassing if he just watched her walk into the back to heal!
Zhiwei asked with reluctance, "Then what about Qing Jun? Zhiwei still wants to take care of Qing Jun... I don’t want to leave her side, in case anything happens to her."
Such sisterly love.
The master felt gratified.
The closer the two apprentices were, the more it showed that he was a competent master.
Not only did he ensure their all-rounded development and rapid cultivation, but he also kept them from drifting apart due to training.
Chen Ye smiled, "You don’t need to worry about how Qing Jun will heal. Just go in, like a good girl."
The master was trying to get her to leave!
Could it be they were going to do something unspeakable?
Zhiwei got anxious, "Master, are you trying to hide something from Zhiwei? Besides... Zhiwei is curious about how master will detoxify it too."
She furrowed her brows, seeming to be in deep thought:
"This potion from the Emotion Crossing Sect is so peculiar; it makes people feel hot. Does detoxifying it require a cold water wash?"
The black-haired little girl looked up at the master with an innocent and bewildered expression. She bit her fingertip, holding back her shyness, appearing even more innocent.
Chen Ye felt a little embarrassed seeing his apprentice trying hard to think.
Although the senior apprentice was somewhat sensible, she was still a young girl...
Actually,
Chen Ye’s intention was for Qing Jun to endure it alone.
Even though Qing Jun drank a whole pot, she has the True Dragon Bloodline.
This potion is nothing more than a sprinkle of water to her; she just needs to tough it out.
But during the process, she would undoubtedly have many embarrassing moments, and if Zhiwei saw her, Qing Jun would feel very embarrassed afterward.
As a master, Chen Ye had taken all this into consideration.
Moreover,
What kind of creature is a True Dragon?
Not to mention its various supernatural aspects, even from the True Dragon’s path of yin and yang, the techniques of the Emotion Crossing Sect are mere child’s play.
Legend has it that dragons have nine offspring, each born from different species... This shows that the dragon’s innate nature is genuinely not exaggerated.
Chen Ye glanced over at Qing Jun, who was wriggling uncomfortably. Her eyes kept glancing at him, filled with tears:
"Master, please save me..."
He immediately responded in an irritable tone, "This heat is due to the disarray of yin and yang in the body; cold water can only ease discomfort, not cure it."
"Then... then what will Master do?" Zhiwei whispered as she wiped her sister’s body.
"Master, please help Qing Jun..."
The little apprentice looked pitifully at the master, her white legs twitching, still urging him.
That damn master!
Still hesitating!
"Fine, fine. We’ll heal, let’s just heal. But it might be a bit uncomfortable; bear with it."
Alright, let the apprentices have their way then.
Chen Ye thought he couldn’t treat it, either; he just needed to restrain Qing Jun and have her endure for half a day.
Though it will be scorching and unbearable, just endure it, and it’ll pass.
Qing Jun reached out her small hand towards the master, pouting:
"Master, stop dawdling! Cough, cough, Qing Jun will be alright..."
Her tone started off frustrated but soon became soft and weak.
This girl...
Chen Ye noticed something wasn’t right.
His brows furrowed, and a flash of blue light emanated from his sleeve as several tendrils swiftly shot out, binding the wriggling little apprentice into a cocoon in an instant.
"Ah!"
Qing Jun was startled, her mind clearing a bit as she dangled in mid-air, her little feet kicking frantically:
"Are you using this to heal? I don’t want it! I want Master to do it by hand—"
"You don’t have a choice."
Chen Ye flicked his finger, and the vine instantly tightened, wrapping the struggling little one, leaving only a flushed little face exposed. He said expressionlessly:
"With your special constitution, you can completely endure the effects of the potion, just bear with it."
The silver-haired girl then realized the misunderstanding and puffed her cheeks in anger, "That’s not how you heal... mmm!"
A slender vine suddenly covered her blabbering mouth.
Chen Ye turned his head to look at Zhiwei, who was kneeling beside him: "Zhiwei, do you need to—"
"The apprentice is fine now."
The senior apprentice straightened her back, looking serious,
"Just now, Zhiwei circulated her energy, mitigating the effects of the potion."
"That’s good." Chen Ye breathed a sigh of relief, ruffling her hair, "Your constitution is different from Qing Jun’s; if I were to bind you like this to endure..."
Before finishing his sentence, Zhiwei suddenly coughed lightly and rested her forehead on his shoulder, "Actually, it’s getting a bit hot again..."