Li Mei's Cultivation

Facing Yao Qian's warning, Li Mei spoke casually.

"It was fine. Besides, didn't I inscribe the Spirit-Traced Thread Imprint for you?" Li Mei replied.

"You did that?" Han Yu was astounded.

The reason he had gotten into trouble and was caught in the first place was because of Li Mei!

"I just wanted to test its effectiveness." Li Mei shrugged shamelessly. "I came to get you out, didn't I?" She smiled, like a fox who had just dodged a hunter's trap and then sold the trap back to the hunter as a decorative flower pot.

Later that afternoon, Han Yu sat back in the pill hut, sipping water like an old war veteran, watching a rat perched on a barrel gently massage its feet with peanut oil—infused with something suspiciously glowing. Another one of Li Mei's experiments, probably.

"So, how are the effects? Still lingering? Any more prophetic or clairvoyant thoughts?" Li Mei asked, her notepad resting casually at her side, ink ready for fresh madness.