Sure enough, getting involved with the female lead is a sign of bad luck.

Feng Guang didn't know if this Yu Kun was one of the female lead's concubines. She only knew that she should avoid contact with anyone who was with the female lead, especially since she couldn't tell Yu Kun's true identity at all.

She had no interest in what would happen between Fei Ziyuan and Yu Kun. Right now, she only had one thought: to reach Wuwangtian as soon as possible, join a sect, and then she could contact Wuya. Along the way, she kept looking back. Fortunately, Yu Kun and the others did not follow, which relieved her.

As dusk fell, Fengguang entered an inn and went straight to the innkeeper, saying, "A superior room."

"Alright, one superior room." The innkeeper noted it down, then flipped through the register and said, "How about room number two in the 'Heaven' tier, young lady?"

"Okay." Feng Guang nodded, paid the deposit, and went upstairs to her room with the waiter's help. Before the waiter left, she instructed him to bring dinner at sunset.

The waiter nodded in agreement and went out.

Feng Guang glanced at the room and felt it was pretty good. Of course, one can't expect to live as comfortably as in the Dragon Palace when traveling. Although she had been pampered and spoiled for the past 160 years, her easygoing nature hadn't changed.

She took out the map again and looked at it. After passing Yangcheng, it would be about three days before she reached Wuwangtian. However, Wuwangtian was located on a high peak. Her father had said that the key to becoming an apprentice was sincerity. In other words, when she finally reached the foot of Wuwangtian, she would have to climb up step by step.

Thinking of this, Feng Guang sighed deeply.

Soon, the waiter brought the food, a total of seven dishes, all ordered by Feng Guang alone. The waiter thought to himself that she was indeed a young lady from a wealthy family, and didn't care whether she could finish it or not. She just ordered whatever she wanted. Of course, the waiter wouldn't ask her if she could finish the food. His job was only to deliver the food, and once he had delivered it, he would take his leave.

The more impressive dishes were all meat dishes she loved. She excitedly picked up her chopsticks, but after tasting the sweet and sour pork ribs, she couldn't help but spit them out—they were just too salty!

She drank several cups of water in a row, and then tried other dishes, but they were either too spicy or too sour. Finally, she lost her temper, threw down her chopsticks, and went downstairs to find the waiter.

"Waiter!" As soon as Feng Guang came downstairs, she saw the busy waiter going into the kitchen to carry plates, so she simply lifted the curtain and went in as well.

The waiter turned around and was startled. "Miss, the kitchen smells strongly of cooking oil. You'd better leave quickly."

"Get out?" Feng Guang said, hands on his hips. "I came here to find your chef. The food here is either too salty or too sour, and some of it is undercooked! What does this mean?"

"Huh?" The waiter was stunned for a moment, then looked around the kitchen and realized that the head chef was gone, and only one of his apprentices was busy working. However, with so many people in the inn, how could one apprentice possibly handle everything? The waiter asked the person who was starting a fire nearby, "Where's the head chef?"

"The chef's stomach's upset, he's gone to take care of some personal matters." The man tending the fire looked up and smiled. "I cooked a few dishes for him while I was at it, no need to thank me."

The waiter was clearly taken aback by his generous admission, and then angrily retorted, "If you can't cook, what kind of cooking are you?! Now even customers are dissatisfied!"