"Little monk, do you believe me if I say it wasn't on purpose?"
Rubbing his forehead, Qi Xiu looked helplessly at the little monk in front of him, who was wolfing down several boxes of flaky pastries.
Previously, when demons led by a bamboo stick insect suddenly descended, he had put the little monk into a Spirit Pill pouch to protect him. However, after the incident was resolved, he forgot all about the little monk, and by the time he finished his retreat and remembered, more than a month had passed.
The little monk's Cultivation was not high, having just achieved the Dao-Entering Realm. Without food or water, he had persevered for over a month. By the time Qi Xiu let him out, he was gaunt, emaciated, and hanging by a thread; a few more days, and he would likely have starved to death.
Out of deep remorse, Qi Xiu quickly bought him some food. He also combed through the monk's meridians with his own True Essence of Dragon and Tiger, barely pulling him back from death's door.
