Hearing this, Shangguan Wanrong couldn't help but stare blankly. She looked at the youth who had fallen to the ground and heard him say that he missed his mother. She couldn't help but think: Would her daughter also miss her?
However, as soon as this thought appeared, a trace of sadness flashed through her beautiful eyes. Feng Xiao's memories had been sealed, so he already didn't remember anything about her. How could their daughter know of her existence?
"You should quickly return! I'm avoiding those people, "she said slowly. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she saw the youth who had just stood up from the ground. His palms had been scraped by the sand and stones on the ground, so she took out a bottle of medicine from her sleeve.
"This is for you to take back and bandage the wound on your hand. It'll heal faster."
Hearing this, Fengjiu took it, but before he could thank her, he saw her turn around and jump onto her flying sword. Thus, he hastily shouted, "Martial Uncle Shangguan, please wait a moment."
Shangguan Wanrong turned around and glanced at Fengjiu, asking, "Is there something else?"
"Many thanks for the medicine, Martial Uncle Shangguan," she bowed to express her thanks, then asked, "Will Martial Uncle Shangguan also go to the herb-gathering training in the secret realm?"
"En, Master has ordered us five disciples to go together. When the time comes, I'll naturally have to enter the secret realm."
As she said this, she looked at Fengjiu below and said, "The lowest cultivation level to enter the secret realm is Core Formation Stage. You're only in the Foundation Building Stage, so you won't be able to go." After saying this, she no longer spoke and flew away on her flying sword.
Hearing this, Fengjiu smiled and looked at the departing figure, softly muttering, "Mother, I've already been a Nascent Soul cultivator for a long time."
In the following days, she continued to deliver elixirs to the Eighth Summit as usual. If the Eighth Summit didn't need them, she would go to Chen Dao. Compared to other alchemists who were busy preparing for the Mystic Territory, Chen Dao still slept until noon every day. He would only start refining pills when he was in the mood. Occasionally, when he was in a good mood, he would even invite Fengjiu to drink together in the evening.
When he got to know Fengjiu, he did not look down on him because Fengjiu was an odd-job worker or an errand boy. It was only because they got along well with each other and he saw that Fengjiu, this junior, had a crafty, straightforward, and interesting temperament. Most of the time, when he could help, he would lend a helping hand.
Take this trip to the secret realm for example.
That evening, Fengjiu secretly caught a bamboo spirit beast. After roasting it, he brought it to Chen Dao's cave.
"Senior Brother Chen? Senior Brother Chen? Look at what good stuff I've brought. "She shouted outside the cave. Chen Dao, who was inside, heard her and opened the enchantment.
"Come in."
Seeing that the enchantment was opened, Fengjiu quickly walked in. The moment he entered, he saw Chen Dao, who was filling bottles and jars, take a deep breath. He raised his head and looked at Fengjiu with bright eyes: "Isn't this the fragrance of the bamboo spirit meat? It's also emitting the fragrance of bamboo. Brat, did you secretly catch a bamboo spirit rat again? "
"Hehe," Fengjiu laughed slyly: "I was thinking that we're going to enter the Mystic Territory tomorrow, so I caught another one. So I went to catch another one. Look, I've just finished roasting it. It's still hot! "
"Not bad, not bad. This is to my liking!" He nodded approvingly and stroked his mustache. Then, he said: "Take a seat first. I'll come and drink after I'm done."
"Okay."
She answered and opened the wrapped roasted meat. Then, she sat at the table and waited for him. Not long after, she saw a small bag placed in front of her.
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