Lan Cai left, and Li Xiaoyao stood outside the airport, finishing off a pack of cigarettes.
After stomping out the last cigarette butt, Li Xiaoyao took out his phone and, as if possessed, called Xiao Ya.
"Hmm, what's up?" Xiao Ya had already returned home and was getting ready for a shower when she received Li Xiaoyao's call.
"Have you taken the Pill Medicine I gave you?"
"Not yet." Xiao Ya pouted, holding a bathrobe and leaning against the wardrobe, her lazy posture quite enticing.
"Didn't you say that even if I take it, I can't become a Cultivator? It might be better to wait until you have the time to help me with the nurturing process. It's already been more than twenty years, a few more days won't make a difference."
Switching the phone to his left hand, Li Xiaoyao flagged down a taxi and said, "I have time now."
Xiao Ya was startled. Before she could speak, Li Xiaoyao continued, "Think it over and call me."
