"Master! This! It's yummy!"
Yang Jing was in his Cave Mansion in San Yuanli, casting the Spiritual Rain Technique to moisten the Cyan Light Vine and Spirit Rice in his Spirit Field. Due to neglect, the Spirit Plants had inevitably begun to wither.
For the past few years, every single Spirit Stone he had was scraped together from these Spirit Plants. A wave of sentimentality washed over Yang Jing, so he cast a spell to remove pests and weeds before summoning the Spirit Rain to nourish them.
Hearing his disciple Chi Yu's call, Yang Jing turned around, and his eyelid twitched violently.
He saw that she had caught a palm-sized Demon Insect from somewhere and had already chewed off half of it. Her mouth was smeared with green insect blood as she offered it to Yang Jing like a prized treasure.
