His eyes were filled with complete trust and dependence.
"If I were heartless, I would have sold you long ago, you little thing, don't you have any wits?" Feng Yin muttered, probing Feng Ying's tiny nose.
"Yi wu..."
Feng Ying simply rubbed his nose against Feng Yin's finger, expressing affection with soft whines.
"It seems that this rapid increase in cultivation has come to an end." Feng Yin sighed.
He could feel the energy shared by Feng Ying within himself, but he couldn't understand or grasp the specifics of this energy. He was unsure if it was a good or a bad thing.
Like himself, Feng Ying concealed the supernatural energy within her tiny body, which was several times greater than his own.
After all, she was the source of this shared energy; he was merely the beneficiary.
"This training was beyond worthwhile. I'm going home with a full load, pockets filled with a mountain of gold!"