"Ah, alright!" Her eyebrows lifted as her eyes sparkled with a smile.
The youth surnamed Fu swallowed the two medicine pills she handed over. As soon as he ingested the first one, a warm current rose in his stomach and within a few breaths, his entire body felt warm. His previously stiff and rigid limbs now regained their flexibility; upon swallowing the second pill, his stomach felt satisfyingly full, with no sense of hunger left. "Sister truly has the means of immortals!" He exclaimed with widened eyes.
Ning Xiaoxian chuckled: "You've got it wrong, I've only had help from an immortal." Time was precious, so she led the youth downstairs, took a sable coat from the rack, draped it over him, and then departed with Tu Jin, lifting the curtain and walking out.
Now she had cultivation, so the severe cold was nothing to her. She had worn the coat before simply to avoid shocking the world and its customs.
