Early the next morning, inside a secluded courtyard of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.
Fang Mo was silently eating the breakfast before him.
The breakfast was not particularly lavish: a bowl of steaming soy milk, two tea eggs, and a piece of Infinity Stones that had already been half eaten.
Fang Mo simply sat there and ate, while A Xue stood behind him.
The only difference from usual was that not far to Fang Mo's left, there seemed to be an extra small, cool-looking figure quietly staring at him.
"Crunch... crackle, crunch..."
The rhythmic sound of the Nether Star being chewed to pieces rang out. Other than that, the entire courtyard was silent, and the atmosphere was inexplicably oppressive.
"You..."
Fortunately, before long, the petite, cool-looking figure finally spoke. "...You seem to be in a bad mood today?"
"Crunch, crunch... slurp..."
Fang Mo did not respond. He merely picked up the soy milk, took a sip, and continued eating breakfast.
"What exactly is wrong with you?"
Seeing that he ignored her, Mint rose from her chair and chose a seat closer to Fang Mo. "We are, at least, Dao companions now. If something is troubling you, you can talk to me about it. Even if I cannot help you... I can at least offer a few words of comfort, can't I?"
"Master, don't be so cold."
Seeing this, A Xue covered her mouth and chuckled. "Miss Mint means well, after all..."
"Gulp."
Hearing his little maid say that, Fang Mo finally swallowed the last bite of Infinity Stones in his mouth. Then he explained in a sullen tone, "I couldn't get in last night. It pissed me off. I couldn't find a gap..."
"?"
Mint was slightly stunned. "What do you mean, you couldn't find a gap? Was it