For someone who practiced the Fasting Technique for years, eating was not an enjoyment but a torment. Zhang Yuelu merely sipped a spoonful of chicken soup before pushing the entire bowl of wontons toward Qi Xuansu, making her intentions clear.0

When Mage Zhang had an order, Daoist Qi would surely oblige.0

Moreover, Qi Xuansu would not refuse more food because, for a Martial Arts Practitioner at the Guizhen stage, this was not even enough to count as an appetizer. It was not an exaggeration to say that Martial Arts Practitioners in the Heavenly-Being stage could have a feast every meal, consuming the equivalent of nine oxen in one sitting.0

Then Zhang Yuelu sat in silence, watching Qi Xuansu finish off a bowl of chicken soup wontons, a bowl of duck blood vermicelli, and a steamer basket of soup dumplings.0

After finishing his meal, Qi Xuansu joked, “Brother Tantai, with you gazing at me so tenderly, one might mistake us for lovers.”0

Zhang Yuelu let out a faint snort and turned her gaze away.0

Thanks to Qi Xuansu’s reminder, Zhang Yuelu remembered that she was now disguised as a man, Young Master Tantai,...0