“This one is the emblem of honor,” Bai Bing Wen says. “I got this when I had my license as a cultivator two years earlier than how others would usually obtain theirs.”
They’re now sitting in the middle of the vast bamboo garden, on the ground which Bai Bing Wen has dried with his spiritual energy. Since it has been raining the whole afternoon, the bamboo garden is a bit misty and cold—something that Bai Bing Wen enjoys in places with a garden. And while rubbing his essences all over Ji Feng Huang’s body is going to help the smaller man maintain a bit of warmth, Bai Bing Wen opts to use his newfound skill of lending a bit of his fire spirit for warmth that could last a whole night. This, Ji Feng Huang enjoys so much and even remembers to thank Jian Bing for.
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