"You are my medicine man."
"You also know that I am your medicine man, not a servant. You actually let me do things like serving tea and pouring water."
"I'm practicing."
"What does your cultivation have to do with me?"
"You are my medicine man. If I am not very skilled, I will not be able to protect you."
"Why do I need your protection?"
"You are my medicine man."
"I know, but this has nothing to do with you trying to protect me."
"The senior cultivators in the past were all like this."
"You can't just follow the crowd."
"We must continue the traditions of our ancestors."
"You..." Yan Yan gasped in anger.
"Forget it, you win." Xingchen looked at someone with red ears and wide eyes in front of him who wanted to refute but had nothing to say.
Shaking his head helplessly, he stood up and patted Yi Yan's head, then walked to the window.
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