"This is?" Qingyi's eyes lit up when he saw at least fifty cultivation and healing pills inside the pouch.
Even the lowest quality ones were at least 77% pure, with some approaching 85%.
"I spent the weekend working on them to help husband..."
"Ah... do I deserve such a good wife?" Qingyi asked, resisting the urge to slap Feiyan's fat, juicy ass.
"I promise to reward you well after I get back, take good care of the girls at the temple." He smiled at her, his gaze full of affection.
"I will, husband." She replied, blushing.
After exchanging one last passionate kiss, Feiyan left, and Qingyi turned to the other three core disciples, whose eyes were filled with envy.
Juechen and Huntao seemed deeply impressed by their junior brother's abilities while Ruhu was biting himself with rage.
"Junior brother Qingyi really doesn't give us a chance to compete, neither in talent nor in love." Juechen shook his head, drawing an awkward smile from Qingyi.
