Su Qiao calmly wiped her mouth before walking over. "Dad, did you need something?"
"I came to..."
Su Chengde had just begun explaining when he suddenly realized something. "Wait, how did you end up here?"
He had assumed his precious daughter was cultivating in seclusion again. He had even planned to visit her peak and help teach her seemingly rather unruly little disciple.
"Me?"
Su Qiao turned and pointed toward the dining table. "I came here to eat!"
"Eat?"
Su Chengde was a little startled.
His daughter had actually come all the way to Seven Swords Peak to eat?
Did she even know what kind of place this was?
And what kind of person Baili Jing was?
Su Qiao didn't think there was anything wrong with having a meal.
"Oh, there's abundant spiritual energy on Seven Swords Peak, so I opened up a Spirit Field here and planted some Spirit Herbs. I'd just finished, so I ate here while I was at it."
"By the way, have you eaten?"
"If you haven't, sit down and have some. Baili's cooking is pretty good, and the soup is delicious too."
Su Qiao felt that, since he was her father, she should at least show him some concern.
But then she remembered that Zhong Lihan, the big eater, had already shoveled all the dishes into his stomach, so she said apologetically, "The dishes are gone, though. There's only a little soup left."
"Baili... Baili?"
Dishes?
And soup?
Su Chengde and the three elders behind him looked as if they had been struck by lightning, practically as though they had seen a ghost.
Baili Jing stepped aside and invited him with great courtesy. "Sect Master, would you like some soup?"
Baili Jing had thought it over for quite a while before deciding that he