Lan Jiaojiao finished her breakfast, took a napkin to wipe her mouth, and casually said, "I'm done eating! Hurry up and teach me the cultivation technique. I reckon you'll teach it to me in just a minute?"
Qin Yi stood up and walked over to Lan Jiaojiao, "Relax, don't resist."
Lan Jiaojiao looked at her warily, "What are you going to do to me?"
Qin Yi: "..."
"I'm imparting a cultivation technique to you, what are you thinking? I'm not that desperate."
Lan Jiaojiao's pretty face darkened, "What's the matter? Am I not tasty? If you eat me, you'd be at a loss, huh?"
Qin Yi smiled wryly, as a purple light flowed from her fingertips, she pressed it to the center of Lan Jiaojiao's forehead.
Lan Jiaojiao couldn't help but be stunned. She clearly felt a series of esoteric symbols branded into her memory, like shattered mirror fragments, slowly reorganizing into a clear image.
