After a moment, Jiang Zhige looked at the sky and said, "Girl, come here, it's time for lunch."

Mo Yaya was extremely surprised and quickly put away her fist and ran over.

But she ran over with joy, and Jiang Zhige just took out a plate of medicinal herbs and placed it on the table, and considerately placed a bottle of spiritual liquid for her to drink.

Mo Yaya stopped immediately and said weakly, "Master, does Yaya need to take medicine again?"

Looking at the plate full of elixirs, a medicinal taste already filled her mouth.

Jiang Zhige had a blank expression on his face. He stared at Mo Yaya and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Ya, Yaya wants to take medicine"

Mo Yaya looked flustered and immediately picked up the elixir and herbs and stuffed them into her mouth.

Although Jiang Zhige's tone was always flat and he didn't show any expression, whenever she did something that went against Jiang Zhige's decision, she always felt that Jiang Zhige looked angry.

Lu Tianjiao next to him felt distressed, but he also knew that Mo Yaya must seize every opportunity to improve her cultivation during the body refining period.

Furthermore, the plate of elixirs and herbs in front of him were top-grade products that ordinary cultivators coveted, and were even elixirs that could transform mortals.

It is a blessing for Mo Yaya to be able to feed on elixirs all day long.

Mo Yaya stuffed all the elixirs and spiritual herbs into her mouth, choking her and causing tears to well up in her eyes. She quickly picked up the spiritual liquid and swallowed it.

A bitter medicinal taste kept lingering on her taste buds, and Mo Yaya felt tortured. She might as well just practice boxing and skip lunch.

After recovering from the torment, Mo Yaya was about to continue practicing boxing when Jiang Zhige suddenly asked, "Girl, how long have you been in Tianyun Pavilion?"

Mo Yaya wiped her tears and counted on her fingers: "It seems to be 747 days."

Jiang Zhige's eyes were complicated. Seven hundred and forty-seven days, more than two years, and he seemed to have never let Mo Yaya go out to play once.

The only time was during the Qingyuan Festival last year, when Jiang Zhige took Mo Yaya for a walk around the sect’s market.

Jiang Zhige stood up with his hands behind his back and said, "Well, you are allowed to go out this afternoon."

Mo Yaya was stunned at first, and then asked with surprise: "Really, Master? Can Yaya go out to play? Master, you..."

"I won't go out with you. Also, you are not allowed to step out of the gate of Tianyun Pavilion."

Jiang Zhige interrupted Mo Yaya before she could finish speaking.

He casually threw a few high-quality spirit stones to Mo Yaya, then turned and left the pavilion.

Hearing that Jiang Zhige would not accompany her, Mo Yaya looked sad and looked at the several spirit stones in her hand.

Without Jiang Zhige's company, how could she find the way to leave Tianyun Pavilion?

It’s not that Jiang Zhige didn’t want to accompany Mo Yaya, but he had to accompany Mo Yaya to temper her body all day long, so he had to find time for himself to practice.

The cultivation level of the Transcendent Realm crushes all the cultivators within a thousand miles, but Jiang Zhige's vision goes beyond that. If he wants to find Nangong Rou and protect her, he needs to at least reach the Saint Realm.

Lu Tianjiao saw what Mo Yaya was thinking, leaned over and asked with a smile: "Yaya, Master doesn't want to accompany you, do you want me to accompany you?"

"No! Yaya wants to play alone!"

Mo Yaya shook her head decisively, holding the spirit stone and quickly ran out of the peak.

She only wanted Jiang Zhige to accompany her. If it weren't for Jiang Zhige, other elders would only make her feel restricted.

"Hey! You girl."

Lu Tianjiao's eyelids twitched and he wanted to say a few more words, but Mo Yaya had already run away.

"Damn, the Demon Emperor is too aloof. It's ok that he has such strict requirements, but he doesn't even want to accompany me when we finally get to go out?"

"That's right, what's the point of being handsome? You deserve to be single at the age of a thousand."

Everyone in the hall complained that if they had such a cute and well-behaved disciple, they would definitely pamper her like a daughter.

Zhou Wuji, who rarely spoke, coughed twice and interrupted, "Actually, in my impression, the Demon Emperor is extremely kind to Fairy Zi Yan."

Although Jiang Zhige has no confidante by his side, he is a great emperor of a world and has a handsome appearance like a demon. Even though he has been called a tyrant with evil deeds in recent years, he is still loved by many infatuated female monks.

The reason why he is still single when he is dying is simply because Jiang Zhige himself is not interested in women and even hates ordinary women getting close to him.

Looking at the cold and harsh Jiang Zhige in the light and shadow, Mo Ziyan gritted her teeth secretly, and the anger in her heart surged more and more.

Aloof? Jiang Zhige didn't treat Nangong Rou like this in his early years.

In Mo Ziyan's opinion, Jiang Zhige just doesn't care about his feelings, or even his life or death.

After all, how can a little girl who was allowed to join the immortal sect out of kindness be compared with her sister who depended on her for life and death?

Noticing Mo Ziyan's emotions, Nangong Rou stepped forward and patted her shoulder, sighing and comforting: "Ziyan, don't worry, Brother Zhige has just suffered too much in these years, so he is a little..."

Hearing Nangong Rou's comfort, Mo Ziyan became even more angry and unwilling.

People who have everything can naturally comfort others from a high position, but has Nangong Rou ever thought about the feeling that she also has a deeply in love, but even seeing someone smile is a luxury?

Mo Ziyan's eyes were red, and she slapped Nangong Rou's hand away, gritting her teeth and shouting: "Now that you have resolved the misunderstanding with him, of course you will speak for him, but what do you know about me!"

What happened that day is still engraved in her heart like a sharp blade. It is already magnanimous of her not to take her emotions out on Nangong Rou. How can she still tolerate Nangong Rou's sarcastic remarks?

Nangong Rou was stunned, a little bit unable to believe that the hysterical woman in front of her was the kind and elegant Mo Ziyan in her impression.

The people who were still complaining about Jiang Zhige a moment ago quickly fell silent and turned their eyes to the two women.

Qu Yun, who had been watching from the side, thought for a moment, then walked to Mo Ziyan's side and said in a displeased manner: "Xiao Rou, you have to understand that the person you are speaking for is Jiang Zhige, a demon emperor who is dedicated to poisoning all living things. I admit that you have a deep affection for him, so you can think that he is a good person, but how can you force others to be the same as you?"

"Yes, the Demon Emperor was indeed devoted to Fairy Nangong in his early years, and he never did anything bad to harm the world, but times have changed, and people have changed."

"As a disciple, Fairy Ziyan has never felt the tenderness of the Demon Emperor like Fairy Nangong has. How can she empathize with Fairy Nangong?"

"That's right. In Fairy Nangong's eyes, the Demon Emperor was a good man. But after so many years, Fairy Ziyan encountered the Demon Emperor who was not a good man."