Chapter 392 Keeping Master by His Side and Feeding Him Every Day
Li Zhan's voice came from Yu Yan's hand. He said,
"The Immortal Realm and the Cultivation Realm are very different..."
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After the fat man and the skinny man left
Yu Yan and the other three all emerged from the Azure Dragon Space.
Zi Lan had somehow made a fox fur scarf, and the moment Yu Yan came out, he wrapped it around her neck.
A soft, fluffy substance pressed down on her chin.
It made the woman's face appear even more beautiful and ethereal.
Feng Su's eyes flickered slightly. He stood beside Yu Yan, shielding her from the cold wind blowing from behind.
In the courtyard
Yu Yan stamped her foot. She had never felt cold since she could remember. So this was what the bone-chilling cold described in the storybooks felt like.
Yu Yan asked, "Where are we going now, Yao Guang City?"
Zi Lan and Li Zhan's statements were very consistent.
Yao Guang Domain is the lowest-level immortal domain in the immortal realm.
Only by arriving at Yao Guang City can one have the possibility of traveling to the advanced immortal realm.
Yu Yan can now use a sword. Her sword realm has already broken through the Great Perfection of Mahayana and entered the Tribulation Transcending stage. If her dantian meridians were not imprisoned, she could even abstain from grains.
She changed back into a white dress, but no longer the robes of a Venerable of the Cangmiao Sect. The hem of the dress was still adorned with peach blossoms, which showed just how much she loved peach blossoms.
Zi Lan: "That's right."
Before the fat man and the thin man left, they left five mythical beasts for them in the kitchen.
When Zilan saw it, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
In fact, their intentions were obvious, and he had no reason to blame them. In fact, the fat and thin brothers had already done more than enough for him.
Even if they took him in as a token of their gratitude, he was still lying, and he really didn't have anything of value to offer at the moment.
Zi Lan: "However, we need to wait until my senior brother and junior nephew have adapted to the transformation of immortal energy."
The journey is fraught with danger and unknown risks.
Shen Qingyi's slender figure stood in the cold wind.
He wholeheartedly agreed with Zi Lan's suggestion.
Without saying much, he turned and went into his room to begin his cultivation.
Feng Su had lit the stove fire at some point, and the crackling sound of oil stains filled the air, causing Yu Yan's ears to twitch slightly.
My apprentice is probably cooking again.
Feng Su's cooking skills have improved in the past two days.
He increasingly enjoyed the feeling of his master eating the immortal food he prepared.
I felt a great sense of accomplishment, my heart was filled with warmth, and I was very happy.
He wished he could keep his master by his side and feed him every day.
Feng Su twirled the slender wooden stick in his hand, his phoenix eyes filled with darkness.
At present, his cultivation level is the lowest. Not to mention protecting his master, he at least cannot fail.
"Are your martial uncle and master family?"
While Yu Yan was away, Feng Su asked Zi Lan.
The crackling sound of burning firewood became background noise. Upon hearing this, Zilan glanced around the room.
"yes."
He had no intention of hiding it, but he also had no intention of confessing voluntarily.
Shen Qingyi knew about it, but he would never tell his senior sister.
That person was very deep in thought.
He still has doubts about how Shen Qingyi knew that the Towering Tree could attack people.
For those in the cultivation world, the Heavenly Tree is the most gentle.
If Shen Qingyi noticed it earlier, it was either because he had witnessed the Tongtian Tree attacking people, or because he had suffered greatly from it.
Zi Lan's thoughts stirred slightly.
"I don't want my sister to know for the time being, so I hope my junior brother will keep it a secret."
The purple-clad man had changed his address from "Senior Sister" to "Sister," and Feng Su's movement of turning the wooden stick froze.
Feng Su asked, "Why?"
Mingming's master was really looking forward to her uncle taking the initiative to explain things to her.
He could tell that his master had been waiting for his uncle.
Zi Lan felt a bitter taste in his mouth and shook his head: "It cannot be said."
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