Suddenly, Qin Shou raised another question.
"Well, big brother, speaking of the Most Refined Royal Pellets, something just rang a bell. Last night, Martial brother Wang said we should take another type of pellets beforehand. Did you do that?"
Yi Jia went pale forthwith. However, he hastened to shake his head and denied that.
"No. You must have mistaken."
Qin Shou shook his head as well. He still retained his doubts.
"That's impossible. I had been tossing and turning all night long. I heard him say that twice."
Yi Jia made no response to that, head downcast, eyes whirling nonstop. It seemed that he was pondering over something.
Qin Shou droned on regardless of no reciprocation.
"Is that a routine of the annual martial contest of the Taixuan Sect? I'll ask someone else instead."
On hearing that, a sparkle of murderous intention popped up in Yi Jia's eyes. However, it soon faded away.
Yi Jia feinted a cheerful look and raised his head.
"Junior brother. To be honest with you, we did take another type of pellets."
Qin Show went startled.
"Jeez! You did! How come I didn't have that?"
"Hang on! Bear with me until I finish it. In order to compete for higher places, we all took short-acting martial booster pellets. You don't need that, as you are no contestant after all. Hence, we didn't give it to you. Don't worry, you will have it before the martial contest for external disciples six months later."
Yi Jia's finally dispelled Qin Shou's doubts with his fabrication. He tumbled to it and nodded his head.
"I see! Big brother, I will, by all means, keep it as a secret for all of us."
On having Qin Shou's committment, Yi Jia gave a tight hug to him.
"Way to go! Junior brother, thank you!"
However, hardly had Yi Jia finished his hug when Qin Shou started talking crap again.
"In that case, there will be a couple of Youming martial masters ranked as top ten contestants. May I ask for more pellets?"
Yi Jia clenched his fists again and trembled ceaselessly, burning with fury.
Right then, he could hardly hold back his anger anymore. He questioned himself again and again in his mind.
"Holy shit! What a dumb-ass he is! I almost went nuts when he asked me to accept him as a sworn brother! How come his stupidity know no bounds? What a f**king idiot!"
However, Qin Shou was carried away with his delusion; he failed to notice Yi Jia's weird reaction, let alone picking up on his intentions.
A moment later, he raised the same question again, forcing Yi Jia into a response.
Suddenly, Qin Shou raised another question.
"Well, big brother, speaking of the Most Refined Royal Pellets, something just rang a bell. Last night, Martial brother Wang said we should take another type of pellets beforehand. Did you do that?"
Yi Jia went pale forthwith. However, he hastened to shake his head and denied that.
"No. You must have mistaken."
Qin Shou shook his head as well. He still retained his doubts.
"That's impossible. I had been tossing and turning all night long. I heard him say that twice."
Yi Jia made no response to that, head downcast, eyes whirling nonstop. It seemed that he was pondering over something.
Qin Shou droned on regardless of no reciprocation.
"Is that a routine of the annual martial contest of the Taixuan Sect? I'll ask someone else instead."
On hearing that, a sparkle of murderous intention popped up in Yi Jia's eyes. However, it soon faded away.
Yi Jia feinted a cheerful look and raised his head.
"Junior brother. To be honest with you, we did take another type of pellets."
Qin Show went startled.
"Jeez! You did! How come I didn't have that?"
"Hang on! Bear with me until I finish it. In order to compete for higher places, we all took short-acting martial booster pellets. You don't need that, as you are no contestant after all. Hence, we didn't give it to you. Don't worry, you will have it before the martial contest for external disciples six months later."
Yi Jia's finally dispelled Qin Shou's doubts with his fabrication. He tumbled to it and nodded his head.
"I see! Big brother, I will, by all means, keep it as a secret for all of us."
On having Qin Shou's committment, Yi Jia gave a tight hug to him.
"Way to go! Junior brother, thank you!"
However, hardly had Yi Jia finished his hug when Qin Shou started talking crap again.
"In that case, there will be a couple of Youming martial masters ranked as top ten contestants. May I ask for more pellets?"
Yi Jia clenched his fists again and trembled ceaselessly, burning with fury.
Right then, he could hardly hold back his anger anymore. He questioned himself again and again in his mind.
"Holy shit! What a dumb-ass he is! I almost went nuts when he asked me to accept him as a sworn brother! How come his stupidity know no bounds? What a f**king idiot!"
However, Qin Shou was carried away with his delusion; he failed to notice Yi Jia's weird reaction, let alone picking up on his intentions.
A moment later, he raised the same question again, forcing Yi Jia into a response.
