"Which spirit dishes did you draw, Sister Weiwei?"
Lin Xiaowan cast a curious gaze at Chu Youwei, peering at the five sheets of paper she had just retrieved.
Before Chu Youwei could reply, Fang Xinyan, the team leader beside them, happened to overhear and said displeasedly, "This concerns the new disciples' entrance assessment. How can you share answers with each other?"
Her words were stern and displeased, carrying a veiled hostility.
Sang Huaixiang had also finished drawing the spirit dishes assigned to his own team. Smiling, he approached and said, "What's wrong with that? It's not as though we're helping Senior Sister Chu prepare the cuisine resources directly. We're merely exchanging information. If we happen upon ingredients the other side needs in the mountain range later, we can point them in the right direction. That hardly counts as breaking the rules."
Though his words rebutted Fang Xinyan, his eyes were directed toward Chu Youwei, and the eagerness they revealed was plain to see.
Seeing this, Qi Jialue from Lin Xiaowan's team immediately showed a trace of hostility in his eyes. Yet he did not make trouble for Sang Huaixiang. To him, Sang Huaixiang was merely a jumping clown infatuated with Chu Youwei, not even worthy of being called a rival. At present, there was a more troublesome enemy to deal with.
With that in mind, he shot a provocative glare toward Lu Feng.
"Fellow Disciples should naturally help one another. The Profound Gloom Mountain Range is so vast—how long would it take if each team searched alone? Keeping an eye out for each other is only reasonable."
This was aimed at Fang Xinyan. As soon as he finished, he eagerly turned to Chu Youwei. "Miss Chu, which spirit dishes did you draw? Could you tell us? If we come across