“Does this one have a cultivation partner?” How direct. No human—or other fey—had ever dared to ask Liu Qingge such a question. It was as if he’d been struck by lightning. For a moment, he seemed to be questioning whether he’d misheard her, his lips and brows twitching, his gaze a little dumbfounded; he involuntarily turned to look at Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu had never seen this sort of expression on Liu Qingge’s face before—it was almost outraged in disbelief.
