Shi An searched around and finally found a robe made of heavenly silk, enchanted with a spell that could morph alongside changes in body shape.
It was red with white borders, and dark patterns were embroidered along the lapels. In the past, his master’s attire had always been in light, muted tones, but trying something like this instead was quite nice. He also found a cherry-blossom-colored cloud-brocade ribbon to cover his master’s eyes.
When Shi An brought the clothes back to his master, Immortal Yunzhou had already accepted the fact that he had turned into the appearance of a ten-year-old boy.
Shi An brought the garments to the side of Yunzhou’s couch, feeling that he still needed to secure his master’s consent first. He asked with some hesitation, “Master, would red robes be alright? If not, I can look for something else.”
There was no rejection in Yunzhou’s expression; he figured that as long as there was something to wear, the color did not matter.
He waved a hand lazily and said, “Leave them here. I’ll put them on myself.”
Yunzhou originally thought it would just be a matter of using a spell, but Shi An stopped him. “Master, your body is still recovering; it’s better not to use your magical power. Let me help you, shall we?”
Yunzhou nodded in agreement. However, as Shi An personally dressed him, he looked as though he wanted to say something, but after a second thought, he decided to just let him be.
Yet Shi An’s hands kept brushing against his body in a lingering, ambiguous manner, lingering and rubbing no matter where they touched. In the end, he turned the thought over in his mind.
Shi An needed to prepare breakfast. Before stepping out the door, Yunzhou could not help but remark, “You really are starving. You’d better prepare a bit more for breakfast.”
Shi An stumbled slightly at the threshold and hurried away. Indeed, he was acting less than human facing a mere child, he had actually grown aroused.
Cultivators could practice inedia and go without food, but in the eyes of Shi An and Yunzhou, if one had to be constrained by whether or not to fast on the path of cultivation, and even such trivial matters could become stumbling blocks, then there was no need to cultivate at all.
Furthermore, given their natural cultivation talents, they should make sure not to wrong themselves or their dao companion under any circumstances.
The two remained silent while dining, the quiet atmosphere rendering the space as heavy as thick ink. Both were deep in thought: one a child, the other a youth, yet they were master and disciple. It still felt somewhat awkward.
In the end, by mutual unspoken agreement, they chose to continue addressing each other in their original ways.
Shi An figured that since his master stayed here for long periods, he would inevitably grow bored, so it would be better to go out together for a change of scenery.
Moreover, he needed to continue searching for medicinal herbs to help his master consolidate his cultivation, ensuring that his master’s foundation would not be unstable or unable to bear the strain when his cultivation recovered. He would feel uneasy leaving his master behind alone during the journey.
Perhaps it was because his master was still in the shape of a young child, with his eyes covered by the red cloud-brocade silk ribbon, which made him quite different from the spiritual fox form that used to doze off in the trees.
The thought of leaving a child home alone was rather unsettling, so it was better to bring him along.
Immortal Yunzhou did not mind going out for a stroll. While it was inconvenient for him to see, his abilities to identify directions by sound, sense surrounding dangers, and the like were still intact. He possessed the capability to protect himself, not to mention that his little dragon cub would also protect him.
The first place the two prepared to visit was the Qingnang Pavilion. After all, any medicinal pills produced by the Qingnang Pavilion were bound to be of the finest quality.
Liu Songhan had a rough idea of their purpose as soon as he heard they had entered the territory governed by the Qingnang Pavilion.
He shook his head and sighed softly, guessing that Shi An’s trip was likely for the injured Immortal Yunzhou. Since the soul-calming pill had been requested last time, this visit should pertain to the next stage presumably concerning the stabilization of cultivation.
Returning to his private treasury, he searched through his belongings and picked out medicinal pills that could help solidify a foundation.
Knowing that Immortal Yunzhou did not need shortcuts like pills that merely boosted cultivation, he naturally discarded that category.
Pavilion Master Liu normally used medicinal pills to make a fortune, but Immortal Yunzhou and Immortal Shi An were worth giving his items away for free.