"Do you have... a medicinal cauldron or pill furnace here?"
"No. Get lost!"
Lin Feng had tried asking. Aromatic Silk Beauty refused him cleanly and decisively, even with a hint of irritation at being bothered.
Man and flower parted on bad terms.
Lin Feng rubbed his nose and did not take it too seriously.
He lowered his head and looked at the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures Tang Ya had taken out of her Storage Soul Tool, piled up into a small mountain, and felt that getting cursed at a couple of times really did not count for much.
Six hundred-thousand-year-level treasures, seventeen ten-thousand-year-level precious medicines, and no fewer than three hundred spiritual plants over a thousand years old... This harvest was enough to make any empire or faction jealous.
"It's getting late. The wind in the valley is strong at night, so let's set up camp first," Lin Feng said to Tang Ya, withdrawing his gaze.
"Mm, okay." Tang Ya nodded and very naturally took a tent and other items from her storage pouch.
"Uh..." Lin Feng's movements paused, and he spread his hands a little awkwardly. "I forgot my storage tool was destroyed. Right now... it looks like we only have one tent."
Tang Ya's hands, which were laying out the moisture-proof mat, paused slightly, and a faint blush quietly crept over the roots of her ears. She did not look up. Her voice was very soft, yet clear enough: "It's... it's fine. One tent is... enough too."
After saying that, she quickly glanced at Lin Feng, then swiftly lowered her head again, pretending to focus on sorting the ropes beside her. Only the reddened tips of her ears betrayed that trace of shyness and the quietly growing feelings in her heart.
The tent was soon set