Feng Yu walked to Su Yan's side, a faint smile on her face.
"Master"
Su Yan was biting into an apple, but hadn't said anything yet.
Feng Yu had already covered Su Yan's body with a long robe she was holding.
He tugged at the corner of his long robe to cover himself.
It even covered up the small section of her arm that was "exposed".
After that, neither of them spoke again.
Feng Yu stood to the side, occasionally watching Su Yan finish the apple in her hand, and then pulled the other fruits closer for her.
Until the sun set and the afterglow of the sunset hung in the sky.
A maidservant walked tremblingly to Su Yan and knelt down.
"Master, the parchment you requested has been collected."
Su Yan's eyes lit up when she heard this.
"Go and start a fire, burn it all."
The maid was taken aback, but dared not ask, and quickly agreed.
"It's the cult leader."
Su Yan thought for a moment and said
"Come here and burn it, right under my nose."
"yes"
The maid quickly agreed, followed by a dozen other maids carrying basins of parchment scrolls.
We walked to an open space not far from the pavilion.
Then, a fire was lit, oil was poured on it, and the fire burned fiercely.
All the parchment scrolls were then thrown into the basin.
A foul, pungent smell wafted over.
She tilted her head to the side, and Feng Yu behind her naturally reached out to cover her mouth and nose.
A cool, delicate fragrance instantly masked the pungent odor.
She looked up at Xiao Yu.
At this moment, Xiao Yu lowered her eyes and leaned down to ask.
"Would the Master like some more fruit?"
Su Yan looked at him and nodded silently.
After a while, Su Yan had eaten her fourth apple.
But eventually, the parchment scroll was almost completely burned.
Follow her
"Put out the fire and see what's left inside."
Then, a dozen subordinates came to put out the fire, carrying buckets of water.
After a cup of tea.
One of the subordinates stepped forward carrying a tray and knelt on the ground.
"Master, all those parchment scrolls have been burned to ashes, but this parchment seems to be fireproof."
Feng Yu walked over to the subordinate and carried the tray, along with the parchment, to Su Yan.
He called out softly.
"Cult Leader"
Su Yan reached out and took the parchment in her hand.
There was nothing on it.
She tossed and turned.
If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the cenotaph map of the Sword Demon that Xiaohua mentioned.
After all, Xiaohua had said before that the map was completely intact despite being burned by swords, guns, and fire.
But how can it be made apparent?
She held it in her hand and looked at it repeatedly for a while.
They haven't figured it out yet.
Once she fell silent, the atmosphere around her turned cold.
The subordinate kneeling on the ground was trembling so badly that he was practically collapsing to the ground rather than kneeling.
His face was deathly pale; he probably thought his cult leader was angry and that his life was about to end.
Feng Yu stepped forward and chuckled softly.
"Master, it's getting dark."
Su Yan only looked up from the sheepskin map when she heard the sound.
Then, Feng Yu said again.
"Is the leader hungry?"
"kindness?"
"Xiao Yu has ordered someone to prepare dinner, all of which are your favorite dishes, including a stir-fried crane meat dish for you to try."
Su Yan blinked when she heard the word "crane".
"Crane meat?"
"Yes."
The next second, Su Yan threw the parchment scroll into Feng Yu's hand.
He stood up, his face serious.
"Let's go eat."
Feng Yu suppressed a smile and nodded.
"Yes, Master."
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