Was it you that night?

Shen Qinghe didn’t give Dongfang Wuya so much as a glance, her spirit lively as she said, "Not at all, cultivation is so interesting!"

Ever since she could cultivate, she felt as though she had pushed open the doors to a new world.

Dongfang Wuya felt that Shen Qinghe was like a block of wood, yet he had a keen interest in this block of wood, and he even enjoyed studying it all night long.

Unaware of Dongfang Wuya’s thoughts, Shen Qinghe quickly focused her attention back on cultivation.

Thus, Dongfang Wuya was naturally neglected.

Two days later, Dongfang Wuya tried to get Shen Qinghe’s attention, "Shen Qinghe, I’m hungry."

Without even stopping her sword, and without turning her head, Shen Qinghe replied, "Stop joking, how could you be hungry?"

Dongfang Wuya’s expression darkened in an instant.

He remembered when they first met, how she would listen to him and do as he said, if he claimed to be hungry, she would make him a delicious meal without delay.

Now, all she had in her mind and eyes was cultivation, cultivation, cultivation.

He, a living being, couldn’t even compare to her dull and boring practice of cultivation.