Raided his grandmother's kitchen

Having been tossed and turned in all directions and driven half the morning Ji Yao was so exhausted that he lay limply facing the cloudy sky. His body was clean, bedding changed and he had been fed making him feel rather relaxed as he lay there.

Despite having drunk a bottle of healing elixir his waist still ached a little. Maybe it was a psychological thing because it didn't make sense how such a top-notch product exclusively designed by old Du couldn't take away such pain.

Let's not even mention how his chrysanthemum was feeling. It was as though something was still expanding his entrance. One might ask where the culprit was? Well, he was running around like a restless husky fixing this and that. Ji Yao didn't have any problem with that.