It's not easy being a Master

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Yan Jin pressed his cheek tightly against Shen Zhixian, warming his slightly cool cheek.

On Shen Zhixian's pale face were faint traces of black qi. Yan Jin wrapped one arm around his waist and used his other hand to clasp behind his head. His warm lips pressed against Shen Zhixian’s forehead, transferring spiritual power to him and sucking in the black qi. He whispered soothingly, "It's okay. We’re out ..."

Clean and docile spiritual power circulated throughout Shen Zhixian’s body, making him feel like he was soaking lethargically in a warm hot spring. He opened his eyes with great difficulties and his gaze gradually focused…

By the time he’d managed to open his eyes completely, Yan Jin had recovered his usual calm and looked at him with only a slight anxiety.

The distance between them was too close. Shen Zhixian moved back subconsciously, only to find that their poses were... very intimate.

Yan Jin was half a head taller than him. When he was turned around and hugged, he probably felt that wrapping his arms around Yan Jin’s neck was too tiresome so he ended up and tightly holding Yan Jin’s waist instead. Like a koala.

Shen Zhixian quickly retracted his hand and tilted his head back with some embarrassment. He’d wondered why Yan Jin held him so tightly. It turned out that he was holding others by himself.

His face grew hot, and he was so pale that the blush turned his face a little red. Yan Jin’s hand was still tightly clasped around his waist, and Shen Zhixian whispered, "You can let me go now."

Yan Jin carefully looked at him for a moment, and after confirming that he was indeed much better, slowly let go .

As soon as he let go, Shen Zhixian felt heavy, and his legs buckled underneath him. He almost fell down but Yan Jin caught him, firmly supporting him once again.

The previous events had already left him in a very weak state. It was only because Yan Jin was holding his waist and bearing most of his weight, that he was able to stand relaxed. But, the moment Yan Jin let go, he could no longer stand.

Yan Jin wouldn't tolerate his rejection this time, and once again steadily clasped his waist and helped him stand firmly.

This master of his, despite being so weak and feeble, was still so dignified.

Shen Zhixian pursed his lips, wanting to say something to divert his attention, but when he tilted his head, something caught his eyes.

He looked at it and realized that a small thing the size of a finger was lying unobtrusively not far away, shining brightly under the sun.

It seemed to have a kind of mysterious power, which prompted him to pick it up. He immediately realized it was a small and exquisite white jade-like fishbone.

There was no head. Only a long and slender fish body. Each bone was like finely-crafted works of art, with no broken bumps to be seen. The tail was still warm from the sun and the texture of the bones were more like jade than bones.

Shen Zhixian turned it over and studied it.

These past few days, in that place full of black qi, most of the so-called creatures he’d seen were only made up of skulls with a body of condensed black qi. It seemed rather special for a fishbone to suddenly appear here.

Shen Zhixian instinctively felt that it must be very important. He rubbed the small fan-shaped tail bone for a while and then carefully put it away.

As they began to look around carefully, they realized that their surroundings were green and lush, with no signs of black qi in sight. Even the air was fresher.