It’s impossible to trick Yin Qianqian into drinking the Life Tree sap, Qin Yi turned around to look at Lang Ya, curiously asking:

"Why didn’t you have any reaction when you drank it?"

Lang Ya replied coolly, "Enduring it."

Qin Yi couldn’t help but give a thumbs up, damn, what a tough cookie.

Wait a minute, Qin Yi squinted at him, "Why do I feel like you’re intentionally baiting me?"

Lang Ya looked at Qin Yi and nodded seriously, "Yeah."

Qin Yi: "..."

"Whoa, little wolf, didn’t know you had such a devious side?"

"It’s better to amuse everyone than amuse yourself."

"Amuse your sister."

Qin Yi said irritably.

Lang Ya said, "Actually, our Dragon Clan’s taste buds are a bit different from humans. What you find bitter and astringent, I find okay."

That makes sense, he thought Lang Ya couldn’t possibly be that calculating.

"So next, we’ll drink water, you get the Life Tree sap."

"Okay."

Qin Yi was taken aback, didn’t expect Lang Ya to agree so easily.

"No wonder this place is inhabited by all sorts of demons; humans really can’t tolerate the taste of the Life Tree sap, only demons can accept it."

Yin Qianqian complained, "What did the Demon Beast ever do to you?"

"Uh..." Qin Yi was embarrassed, forgot this lady was also a Demon Beast.

"Isn’t your sense of taste a bit different from humans too?"

Yin Qianqian sneered, "My taste is the same as humans. If you think you’re going to trick me into drinking the Life Tree sap, think again."

Qin Yi: "..."

No wonder she’s a sly fox; this woman is really hard to fool.

They say age brings wisdom, it seems it’s true for Divine Beasts and Demon Beasts too. So how come Lang Ya, being much older than Yin Qianqian, is as naive as a newbie, while Yin Qianqian is so cunning?

Seems like people aren’t wrong when they call foxes cunning, the ancients knew what they were talking about.

Yin Qianqian said, "Instead of plotting against me, why not hurry up and find a water source."

"Even if I drink the Life Tree sap along the way, the water we have won’t be enough to get both of you out of this desert."

Qin Yi naturally understood that.

"They say there are water sources in the desert too. It’s just a matter of our luck to find one."

Lang Ya said coldly, "Instead of wasting time here, we should keep moving and cross this desert."

With that, he sped ahead on his own.

Qin Yi: "..."

"Geez, did this guy forget his duty as a subordinate? The leader hasn’t even given an order, and he’s acting on his own, ridiculous."

Yin Qianqian looked at Lang Ya and said, "Handsome, so cool."

Qin Yi was momentarily stunned, then wickedly smiled, "Someone’s heart seems to be fluttering."

"Jealous?" Yin Qianqian cast a charming glance at Qin Yi, "Relax, I’m not interested in a little kid like Lang Ya. Besides, he’s a Divine Beast, I’m a Demon Beast, it’s impossible. I’m more interested in you, fancy a desert sunbath with me for a friendly desert contest? Just thinking about it is thrilling."

Qin Yi was drenched in cold sweat.

"Lady, Lang Ya is over a thousand years old, and how old are you? And you dare call him a little kid?"

"Besides, you’re the King of Divine Beasts, and he’s a top-tier Demon Beast; wouldn’t a cross-species romance be even more thrilling?"

Yin Qianqian sneered, "Using your words, what do you know about yo-yos?"

"The Dragons have a long lifespan. Even without cultivation, they can live for ten thousand years or more. A thousand years to a Dragon isn’t worth mentioning. In Dragon terms, Lang Ya has just reached adulthood."

Qin Yi suddenly understood, no wonder Lang Ya is so childish; emotionally, he’s just like a college graduate new to society.

"Qin Yi, wanna sunbathe with me?"

Yin Qianqian licked her red lips with her tongue, full of teasing.

Qin Yi shuddered, "I’m afraid I’ll get sun-dried."

"Lang Ya’s already gone far; let’s hurry and catch up. Don’t get separated."

Qin Yi said and quickly retreated.

Yin Qianqian chuckled lightly, "Playing hard to get? I’m getting more interested in you."

Yun Mengyao’s pretty face was filled with irritation, "Playing hard to get wouldn’t be to catch you."

With that, her figure flashed towards Qin Yi.

Yin Qianqian chuckled softly and followed, "What? Jealous? But don’t you already have a fiancé? Are you thinking of having a friendly match with Qin Yi before getting married?"

"Pfft, I’m not that shameless."

"Why be so hypocritical if you want to? If you don’t, why do you react so much when I flirted with Qin Yi?"

Yun Mengyao’s pretty face flushed, "I’m watching him for Bingbing."

Yin Qianqian snorted, "That sounds even more hypocritical. Can you say you have no feelings for Qin Yi at all?"

"Mouths can lie, but actions can’t. Who’s the most worried every time Qin Yi is in danger?"

Yun Mengyao was stunned, opened her mouth, then feebly retorted, "Bingbing and I are good friends, and Qin Yi is like family to me. Isn’t it right to be worried about him?"

Yin Qianqian smiled strangely, "Sure, remember what you said today, I’ll wait for you to eat your words."

With that, she chased after Qin Yi.

Yun Mengyao rolled her eyes, silently cursing her for being sick, and followed along.

The group only stopped to rest when night fell.

The desert at night was a world apart from the daytime.

During the day, it was as hot as a steam room.

At night, it was as cold as an ice cellar.

However, Qin Yi and the others were impervious to heat and cold. The night was more comfortable than the day for them; at least they didn’t worry about losing water too fast.

Though they weren’t afraid of the cold, Qin Yi still gathered some twigs and dry grass to start a fire.

The desert wasn’t devoid of plants; most were just dead, so there were plenty of things to burn.

The sky was full of stars, the silver moon like a disk.

The one good thing about the desert was that it felt closer to the stars.

"The moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground, I raise my head to gaze at the moon, I lower it to think of home."

Qin Yi lay on the sand, staring at the sky, unknowingly reciting Li Bai’s "Night Thoughts."

He really missed home.

When he got Yun Mengyao safely home, he would go to the Nether Sea to find a way to save Duan Yiyi, then he could return home.

Lang Ya looked at Qin Yi in surprise, full of admiration, "Qin Yi, I didn’t expect your literary talent to be so impressive, great poem, I admire it."

"But as fitting as the poem is, there’s no bed here."

Qin Yi glanced at him and said, "Heaven is my blanket, the earth my bed."

Lang Ya admired, "I underestimated you."

Surprisingly, Yun Mengyao didn’t bust Qin Yi for once; she knew he missed home.

This guy was both a wife slave and a daughter slave; he had been away from home for over two years, likely eager to return.

"Heaven as a blanket, earth as a bed, perhaps the wedding chamber too, to not waste this beautiful night?"

Yin Qianqian lay down beside Qin Yi, resting her head on her hands, turning her head to tease him.