Chapter 8 - 5 I Didn’t Ask for_2
This kind of affection brings a tightness in the chest, far more exhilarating than the bridal chamber on a wedding night. Of course, if the two were combined, perhaps...
After a moment, Chen Yi stopped his wild thoughts.
"Let's first see the cultivation technique we got from Song Shengbao."
Chen Yi pulled out a cultivation manual.
People in Jianghu often carry one or two manuals. First, to practice diligently, and second, to give up the cultivation techniques in desperate times to save their lives.
What Song Shengbao carried with him was a Qinggong technique manual, and also ... a demonic cult token.
Flipping through a few pages, the words "Eagle Falling Skill" appeared on the panel.
Looking at the remaining True Qi in his hands, Chen Yi hesitated—should he pour all of it into this cultivation technique or save some for emergencies?
"No need to rush. Wait until there's more True Qi available. For now, let's take a bath."
Chen Yi stood up.
After bathing, outside the courtyard, a thick and strange fragrance somehow had enveloped the air.