Watching the giant dragon disappear and recalling what Bi Xia had just said, Ji Qiutang couldn’t help but chuckle softly, "I didn’t expect our Little Nine to be such a foodie, even your spiritual companion is a foodie too."

"Companion? What the hell is that?" Bi Xia shot a casual glance at Ji Qiutang and snorted lightly, "If you’re talking about my Little Dragon, it does have quite an appetite, but what’s that to do with me, huh? Are you discriminating against foodies?"

A big hat was suddenly placed on him, and Ji Qiutang was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head, "No, no, no, please don’t put labels on me. If I know the power of foodies is great, I wouldn’t dare mess with them."

Bi Xia smirked, "Good that you know."

Then he added, "What was that companion thing you mentioned just now?"

Ji Qiutang helplessly tapped his forehead, "So you’re completely clueless right now, huh? Then how did your dragon... ahem, Little Dragon come about?"

Recalling the situation when he transformed his spiritual power, Bi Xia calmly replied, "Someone came to fight me, and then he materialized some kind of thing—I forgot what—and then I copied what he did and made one myself."

"..." Ji Qiutang was at a loss for words, coughed lightly, and asked, "Then how did you form the dragon shape? You know, this ancient form, besides A Zhan, I really haven’t seen it from anyone else."

"Oh?" Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, "What is Fourth Brother’s spiritual companion... no, what I mean is, what is his companion?"

Ji Qiutang looked down at Bi Xia, who was full of curiosity, smiled enigmatically, "His companion is quite formidable, not a living thing like yours, but it’s naturally aggressive, his companion is..."

The tone stretched out, and the expectant look under the boy’s mask, those starry eyes seeming to speak, blinked unblinkingly at him, filled with constellations, shining brightly, making it impossible to look away.

With Ji Qiutang’s pause, the boy tilted his head, leaned forward slightly, and placed an arm on Ji Qiutang’s shoulder, "What? Can you stop stalling!"

Ji Qiutang laughed, pretending to be cautious, bent over, and beckoned to Bi Xia, "Come over, be careful of eavesdroppers."

"..." Bi Xia didn’t move, his starry eyes filled with disdain, and said speechlessly, "This place is surrounded by my spiritual power, do you think if someone shows up, I wouldn’t notice?"

Ji Qiutang: ...

Silenced by Bi Xia’s words, Ji Qiutang gave a helpless chuckle, no longer asking Bi Xia to lean in, instead, he bent over and leaned towards Bi Xia’s ear, eyes slightly narrowed, a gleam flashed, and in a gentle voice, he said each word deliberately, "I’m just not telling you."

Bi Xia: ...

"Damn!" Bi Xia cursed, lifting his foot to kick at Ji Qiutang, but Ji Qiutang, having already figured out Bi Xia’s temperament, was prepared. As soon as Bi Xia lifted his foot, Ji Qiutang dodged to the side.

Seeing he was about to miss, Bi Xia didn’t pull back his foot, sweeping it across the ground with great speed towards Ji Qiutang. Ji Qiutang paused, realizing he couldn’t dodge in time, raised his hand to press on Bi Xia’s small hand that had been on his shoulder, applied some pressure, turned around to dodge in the opposite direction of Bi Xia’s arm, simultaneously seized Bi Xia’s arm and pinned it behind Bi Xia.

With a half-narrowed gaze, the boy let out a cold laugh, feeling the man behind him relax, ready to speak, he forcefully stomped on Ji Qiutang’s shoe, leaving half a footprint on Ji Qiutang’s sneaker.

Ji Qiutang clearly hadn’t expected Bi Xia to pull such a move, his whole body went stiff, the face that was always calm and smiling mildly turned grim, he hopped on one foot, "Ouch! I say, Bi Xiaojiu, your kick is pretty harsh! Where’s your gentleman’s demeanor?"

Looking at Ji Qiutang, who was holding his wrist even though it hurt like hell, Bi Xia rolled his eyes, "Damn, and you’re still not letting go!"

Seeing Bi Xia’s speechless and helpless expression, Ji Qiutang moved his foot uncomfortably, just about to speak, when the smile on his face suddenly froze, his clear eyes fell on the back of the boy, where the slightly oversized neckline was, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if jokingly, he raised a hand to pat Bi Xia’s back and let go of the boy’s wrist, a complex expression flashing in his clear eyes.

Feeling something was off for a moment, Bi Xia turned to look at Ji Qiutang in confusion, "What is it?"

Ji Qiutang maintained his composure, placing an arm around Bi Xia’s shoulder, his gaze passing over the child standing nearby with a lowered head, smiling slightly, "Nothing, just suddenly remembered we still haven’t found the exit yet."