"I'm back!" Gu Qingshan called.
"Mm, go wash your hands, then make dinner," Li Qiuyu said.
"Why am I washing my hands and making dinner instead of washing up and eating?" Gu Qingshan grumbled.
Li Qiuyu glanced at him and said coolly, "Would you dare eat anything I cooked?"
Gu Qingshan obediently washed his hands and went to the kitchen to cook.
Zhao Qiong didn't come by today.
To his surprise, the one helping out in the kitchen was Banished Sword Immortal Wang Jin.
Gu Qingshan stared at him, stunned, as if his entire understanding of the world had been turned upside down.
"Brother Wang... Someone as important as you shouldn't have to cook," he said, waving his hands in a hurry.
"It's fine. I always cook for myself at home."
As he spoke, Wang Jin tied on an apron and started washing and trimming the vegetables.
His movements were quick and practiced. Anyone could see he was experienced.
"A Sword Immortal... who can cook. No matter how I look at it, it just feels wrong," Gu Qingshan muttered.
"Take a look at yourself!"
The three swords spoke in unison within his Sea of Consciousness.
Gu Qingshan's thoughts turned.
The truth was, he hadn't said what he was really thinking.
If a sword cultivator knew how to cook, that was still understandable.
But if some big shot had suffered the apocalypse's ravages in the shattered Six Paths of Reincarnation, escaped danger by taking over someone else's body, and then squatted beside him washing and trimming vegetables, Gu Qingshan couldn't help feeling that something was off.
Was Wang Shun still himself or not?
"All right, the vegetables are washed and cleaned. I hear you're a good cook, so I'll leave dinner to you today." Wang Shun washed his hands, then stood