Would anyone really go to such lengths, spending decades setting up arrays with magical artifacts just to gather that little bit of spiritual energy from heaven and earth?
What can you do with such a small amount?
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The moonlight was blocked from view.
Mo Yunhan looked down at her with a suspicious expression.
This woman has been squatting here for a long time without saying a word, sometimes frowning and sometimes shaking her head, which is really strange.
Jiang Qingwan couldn't understand it and was very annoyed, so she looked up and glared back.
"This is none of your business, stop asking."
No sooner had she finished speaking than her stomach rumbled at an inopportune moment.
As night deepened, she had only eaten a few bites of fish with added ingredients and a bowl of extremely unpalatable fish soup for three thousand taels of silver, which was a terrible loss.
She awkwardly stood up and clapped her hands. In the moonlight, her pretty face was illuminated and looked radiant.
"The matter is settled. Let's go back to the city. Have your men bring the carriage. I can't walk any further."
Mo Yunhan stood beside her without saying a word.
After a long silence, Jiang Qingwan couldn't help but ask, "What are you waiting for?"
"I can't walk any further while waiting for the carriage."
The man replied with utmost sincerity.
Jiang Qingwan stared at him speechlessly.
That bastard is definitely laughing at her.
She turned and walked towards the edge of the riverbank. Her feet were covered with loose stones, and she staggered as she walked, occasionally twisting her ankle. She hadn't gone more than a few feet when the man came to her side with ease.
"Do you need any help?"
You bastard!
She gritted her teeth and walked faster.
Unfortunately, the man was not only skilled in martial arts but also had long legs. She was panting heavily as she walked, while he walked with nonchalant ease.
Jiang Qingwan stopped, tilted her head and glanced at him, then slowly raised one hand, bringing two fingers together, with gold threads wrapped around the fingertips.
Although Mo Yunhan couldn't see the golden threads, he had a strange feeling and wisely raised his arm.
"I know a restaurant that serves exceptionally delicious spicy braised lamb leg, and also the most authentic Qiuyuebai (a type of Sichuan liquor). Would you like to try it?"
The gold threads on Jiang Qingwan's fair fingertips disappeared, and her palm landed on the man's gold-embroidered sleeve, finally making her walk more steadily.
"You pay for the meal, but I won't skimp on my payment."
Mo Yunhan's thin lips couldn't help but curve slightly, and he gave a soft "hmm".
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