"Really?"
Li Ruoyu asked seriously.
"Well... I saw a mystical crane delivering meals from the sky, so I took some over for you. You should eat while it's hot."
Gu Sheng finally admitted the truth.
"I... sigh..."
With a heavy sigh, Li Ruoyu's figure suddenly blurred and vanished into thin air.
"Senior! Senior!"
Gu Sheng called out twice.
But the desolate Zhuo Peak gave no response, as if even the mountain wind had stopped answering.
"Why run away? Is it not to your liking?"
Gu Sheng muttered, then began tasting the food himself.
"The flavor's not bad, huh. That old man, seriously, even persnickety with food."
While he was puzzling, a furious shout came from outside: "Who dares to intercept the mystical crane of Ling Peak!"
"Ling Peak?"
Gu Sheng was startled, realizing his actions might have violated the Supreme Mysterious Sect's rules.
He then quickly stepped outside, only to see a middle-aged cultivator in a green robe glaring at him furiously.
"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"
