"I promised Senior Sister Lu I'd use my Yang Fire to help her cultivate a special Daoist Skill from the Divine Desolate Era."
Pei Yuhang saw how worried Qing Yueqiu was. To stop her from overthinking and unsettling her own mind, he had no choice but to reveal a little information to her.
"What kind of Technique requires Master's Yang Fire to cultivate?"
His usually sweet "little padded jacket" didn't go along with Pei Yuhang's wishes this time, stubbornly choosing to press on with her questions.
Pei Yuhang naturally felt no annoyance toward his earnest senior disciple. He knew this was just Qing Yueqiu's way of showing she was worried about him.
A gentle smile touched Pei Yuhang's lips. He stroked her silvery-white hair and released a soft wave of his Power of Divine Thought to calm her emotions.
"Yueqiu, Senior Sister Lu is a truly good person. She has no reason to harm me, so you can rest easy on that... As for the deal between us, I really can't tell you any more."
