Chapter 1212 — You Don't Blame Me, Do You? Feng Tianlong had been listening all along to the conversation between Tang Zhi and Feng Xiaoxiao; grateful to Tang Zhi in his heart, he was glad for his daughter as well, that at the very end of her life she had run into such an understanding and sensible first wife in Tang Zhi, for otherwise, had it been anyone else, they would long ago have been wishing Feng Xiaoxiao would hurry up and pass on.
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"Sister Yunyun, the truth is, I truly cannot bear to leave you -- I really, truly cannot! To have met you in the final moments of my life is the greatest blessing I have known in all my years!" Feng Xiaoxiao said, working the utensils on the stove with practised ease, her heart swelling with emotion.
"I feel the same, Xiaoxiao. At first, when I agreed to your wager, it was really out of spite; deep down I was rather resistant. But the more time I spent with you, the more genuinely I came to regard you as a true friend!" Tang Zhi too was moved. "So what I am saying is, if it is possible, let's... stay together for the rest of our lives?"
"Yes!" Feng Xiaoxiao nodded hard, deeply moved. "I too hope to have a sister who dotes on me for all my life!"
"Hehe... enough of these unhappy things -- let's get dinner on..." Tang Zhi tossed her head and said to Feng Xiaoxiao.
"All right!" Feng Xiaoxiao set to work as well...
The moment Wei Zhao entered the jade pendant's space, he began straightaway and impatiently circulating the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, greedily absorbing the elemental energy of the space for his own use.
This time, not only did he need a great deal of energy to make up for the blood he had lost, but his body required even more of it to recover his strength.
Jiao Yazi watched Wei Zhao and could not help shaking his head. "You are nothing if not devoted -- you have paid a heavy price this time, I take it?"
"Nothing destroyed, nothing rebuilt..." Wei Zhao said evenly, with no intention of going on with Elder Jiao; he was making the most of every moment to cultivate, and had no time to waste in idle talk with the old man.
"You brat! I show concern for you, and you throw my good intentions back in my face!" Jiao Yazi glared, then turned his head away and would have nothing more to do with Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao had been through this many times before -- losing his strength and winning it back again. Though he was now squeezing out every spare second for cultivation, he was in no hurry in his heart; it would return sooner or later, so what was there to fret about?
The elemental energy of the jade pendant's space was swiftly drawn up by Wei Zhao; he grew ever more adept at this art. The first time, he had been unable to gather the energy around him fully to his own use, and could only draw it in slowly of his own accord!
But after several cycles of destruction and rebuilding, Wei Zhao had grown ever more practised: he could mobilize all the energy of the jade pendant's space to whirl around his sides and above his head, so that he could absorb the elements passively, thereby hastening the speed of his cultivation!
Had he been in the world outside rather than in the jade pendant's space, the grass, trees, and houses for hundreds of miles around would presumably have been caught in the wake of those energy elements. Any bystander would have been astonished, for the energy around Wei Zhao swirled about him like a tornado, while Wei Zhao himself sat at the very eye of that vortex of energy!
Jiao Yazi betrayed no particular expression; he merely glanced at the whirlpool of energy surrounding Wei Zhao and sighed to himself -- each time, the boy kicked up a bigger commotion than the last.