Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 142

Yan Zhao didn't know and didn't dare to ask. In this world, aside from the little fox, probably no one really liked her.

Though the senior sister always appeared at critical moments, she also vanished unexpectedly at times. She was like an elusive wind, always arriving without a trace and leaving just as mysteriously.

"Like" was something she couldn't dare to speak of.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhao felt a dull ache in her heart, as if it were blocked by a wad of cotton, making her breath feel constricted. She thought she didn't care, that she didn't expect anyone's affection.

Ren Qingyue had come closer, waving at Yan Zhao, "A Zhao, come down! I've found out where the flying ginseng is."

Yan Zhao obediently jumped down from the tree.

Ren Qingyue raised her hand to summon her flying sword, gesturing for Yan Zhao to board it.

Unexpectedly, Yan Zhao didn't follow her instructions this time; instead, she formed a hand seal, gathering her spiritual power in the air and transforming it into a dark blue sword energy.

Ren Qingyue was taken aback. She had forgotten that Yan Zhao, despite her poor sword control, had a great desire to fly herself.

Worried that Yan Zhao wouldn't keep up once her sword took off, she said, "You go ahead, toward the north, and stop when you see the sandy river."

Yan Zhao didn't respond, leaping onto her flying sword and zooming off.

"......" Ren Qingyue was extremely surprised, watching the sword shadow streak across the sky. "What's gotten into A Zhao?"

They had only been apart for a short while; why did she suddenly throw a tantrum? What had happened while she was away?

In just a moment, Yan Zhao had flown far ahead. Ren Qingyue, not having the time to think further, soared on her sword to chase after her.

Thanks to her ongoing practice, Yan Zhao's flying skills had significantly improved. Although she still wobbled while flying and easily veered off course, at least she no longer fell headfirst like when she had just started.

Ren Qingyue felt quite pleased.

However, given Yan Zhao's lower cultivation level and her inability to control the flying sword well, she was exhausting too much energy and had to stop to rest for a moment.

Ren Qingyue hovered her flying sword in front of Yan Zhao, seeing her small face flushed and breathing heavily. She waved, "Come up; I'll take you. It'll be faster."

Yan Zhao sensed a hint of disdain in Ren Qingyue's words, feeling like her senior sister was saying she was slow at flying.

The little frustration in her heart magnified instantly. She lowered her head in silence, and before she had even recovered, she summoned her flying sword again and vanished in a flash from Ren Qingyue's view.

Ren Qingyue fell into thought.

Yan Zhao was clearly throwing a fit. Why was that?

She believed she hadn't said anything too outrageous. If Yan Zhao wasn't upset about her words, it must be about something she had done.

A sudden realization struck Ren Qingyue.

Could it be because she had used the medicine Yan Zhao had given her, without Yan Zhao's permission, on someone else?

She hadn't thought much of it at the time, seeing that Mu Yunqing was gravely injured, and the medicine had come from the little golden creature's saliva, so it wasn't particularly valuable. She had casually given it to them.