A steaming bowl of noodles was ready in no time.
Old Man Who Points the Way waved his hand, and the bowl and chopsticks landed steadily in front of the tall woman.
The tall woman reached out and took the bowl.
She glanced at Old Man Who Points the Way.
Now that my power is sealed, I can't gauge his strength at all.
Forget it. What does it matter? I can come back to life after I die anyway.
The tall woman's gaze fell on the noodles.
She still hesitated.
Just then, Gu Qingshan suddenly couldn't hold back and charged forward.
He stared fixedly at the bowl of noodles and swung his long sword, as if he wanted to do something.
Old Man Who Points the Way struck out with a palm from afar.
A tremor rippled through the air, and Gu Qingshan was shoved back the moment he charged forward.
Old Man Who Points the Way's face darkened. "No troublemaking."
The palm strike sent Gu Qingshan stumbling back several yards, and he tumbled into the stream.
Leaning on his sword, he struggled to his feet, looking utterly bedraggled.
The tall woman looked at him, then at the large bowl in her hands.
The Big Man had eaten the noodles earlier, and Gu Qingshan had eaten them too. Neither of them had had a problem.
Hesitantly, she took a sip of the broth. After a moment, her brow suddenly relaxed.
Though my abilities are sealed, I'm an expert in poisons. One little taste is all I need to know there's absolutely no poison in this bowl of noodles.
The tall woman picked up the chopsticks and began eating slowly.
The noodles were springy, and the broth was delicious.
A bowl of noodles could hardly taste any better.
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