The cool breeze blew gently, and the Fengyue Terrace not far from the inn was an extremely beautiful place for moon-gazing.
In the gazebo, a delicate little stove was a magic weapon, placed on the table by Qin Yu. With a touch of the fingers, it enlarged, and the tableware, etc., all stacked out, while the food already stewing in the stove emitted a fragrant aroma.
Seeing this magic weapon and these materials.
The Senior Brother and Senior Sister's only thought was—indeed, the Junior Sister truly knows how to enjoy life.
Qin Yu originally thought these two, whose words and actions were as indifferent and elegant as immortals, would refuse, but they didn't.
They ate, and were even more down-to-earth compared to Hanhai Chaoyi.
While eating, they weren't too silent either; at least whenever Qin Yu brought up a topic, they would respond.
From sect affairs to cultivation realm.
Perhaps because their intellect and temperament were up to par, the conversation continued.
