Chapter 8: Can't Understand And Can't Ask Either
Yaine placed the spellbook on a stone well-lit by sunlight.
Then, she summoned a plump little green bird. The little bird hopped to the edge of the spellbook and flapped its tiny wings, creating gentle breezes onto the spellbook.
"Really, Teacher, is this your way of reminding me?" Yaine muttered as she gazed at the book. "That magic shouldn't be half-heartedly taught? And every student should be given utmost care... or something like that?
"But then again," she glanced at Liu Ji who was wringing out his clothes nearby, "the incantation he recited just now was merely a basic fire release magic. For a beginner, just creating sparks on his fingertip would already be impressive...
"Genius... or perhaps, racial talent?
"Right, he's a person that can transform into a potato." Yaine turned back, continuing to mumble to the spellbook, "So, Teacher, are you trying to tell me that perhaps I should take teaching him a bit more seriously? Just like how you taught me?"
A breeze blew over the spellbook, making it flip to a new page.
Yaine shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and mustered a slight smile.
"Mm, very well. It will give me something to do," Yaine muttered softly. "If not, I'm really afraid I might end up wanting to find you right now..."
Yaine turned around, casually opening a spatial portal which she pulled a dry linen robe out from, and approached Liu Ji, who was drying his clothes by the fire.
Liu Ji was still feeling guilty. When he saw Yaine approach with a fresh robe, he felt too embarrassed to accept it and gestured that he could just dry his clothes.
Yaine ignored his refusal and pushed the new robe into Liu Ji's hands.
Liu Ji tried to refuse again. He pushed the robes back and waved his hands repeatedly.
To his surprise, Yaine's hand went to the current robe Liu Ji was wearing as if she intended to remove it.
This startled Liu Ji since he was only wearing that robe with nothing underneath. If she managed to lift it, everything would be exposed.
Quickly pressing down on his robe, he took the new one and darted behind a nearby tree to change.
Watching his awkward retreat, Yaine's lips curled into a slight smile.
Hmm... He really is peculiar, she mused to herself.
According to reports, the wilderness on this side has wild men, though they are all low-intelligence demi-human races. There shouldn't be anyone like him...
Realizing this made Liu Ji feel even worse, especially since Yaine didn't seem to blame him.
He glanced back at Yaine, but she had returned to her usual self, as if that subtle moment hadn't occurred at all. Seeing him turn around, she smiled at him.
This made Liu Ji feel utterly terrible. He wished that Yaine would just scold him right now; at least that would make him feel a tad better.
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In the dense forest, the young swordsman shot through the trees.
Thirty or so meters ahead, a massive horned bear was on the run. Standing over two meters high even when on all fours, the bear's thunderous gallop shook the ground, akin to a charging war chariot.
Unfortunately, this "chariot" was fleeing in panic.
Several deep wounds on its body oozed blood, staining the shrubs along the path with blotchy red streaks.
"You can't escape," the young man with the longsword said, flicking his wrist. A chain shot from his hand, latching onto a large tree ahead of the bear.
The giant bear was startled and intended to change directions, but it suddenly sensed a shadow looming over it.
"Got you," the young man's cold voice rang out like a death knell.
Before the bear could react, the sharp longsword pierced the back of its neck.
Its artery was severed, and blood sprayed everywhere.
With a final, desperate howl, the bear collapsed heavily to the ground, struggled for a moment, then lay lifeless.
"Huff, job done," the young man muttered, flicking the blood from his sword before sheathing it.
He approached the bear and, with one swift motion, hoisted the massive creature onto his shoulder.
"This should keep us fed for quite some time," he muttered, adjusting the bear's position on his shoulder before nimbly retracing his steps back.