When he saw the nameless mountain, Yan Huailiu raised his hand and pressed it on his eyes. He was relieved only after making sure there was no redness or swelling.

I never thought that meeting Gu Xingyun was such a difficult thing. Even the smile needed to be forced.

"Master, what took you so long to come back?"

"Where have you been? Seriously, I thought you were taken away in a sack. I was about to put up a missing person notice!"

The two men stood at the gate to greet them, with genuine worry on their faces.

Yan Huailiu felt as if his consciousness was floating in the air, watching his body with a decent smile and watching himself respond with ease.

"I had a lot to do. I changed my clothes, tidied up in my room for a while, and then took a detour to Canghai Pavilion to return the map."

"You are so pretentious." Baili Changhuan muttered softly.

After a moment, he cleared his throat and said, "Yesterday I received an invitation from Yuehua Pavilion. They said they're going to hold a banquet in a few months to celebrate Fei Miao officially taking over the position of Pavilion Master. I've made a list of gifts. Can you see if there's anything I need to add or remove?"

As he spoke, he gestured for Yan Huailiu to go to the study.

Yan Huailiu stood there, the conversation he had heard between the two men earlier flashing through his mind.

This means that you want your junior brother to hold him back, right?

Then what, what does Gu Xingyun want to do?

Unable to think too much, he just subconsciously refused: "Just do whatever you want, Junior Brother, you haven't eaten the food I cooked yet, right? Stay and have some with us?"

Baili Changhuan took the list in his hand and looked at Gu Xingyun first, and nodded after getting the latter's confirmation.

"Well, what you make better be edible."

"You can ask him, how can it not taste good?" Yan Huailiu smiled and pointed at Gu Xingyun.

Gu Xingyun cooperated and continued, "Little Uncle, Master's cooking skills... are very special. You can try it."

Baili Changhuan was skeptical as he watched him walk towards the kitchen. After the door closed, he asked curiously, "Aren't you going to help?"

"Master doesn't like others to interfere when he's cooking. I'll go in later."

In the kitchen, Yan Huailiu opened the peach blossom wine in the corner, poured some on his hands, and sighed softly: "It's okay."