"Sir, you're here."
When Yue Yuna saw Zhou Yan, a smile appeared on her face.
Nearby, a meal had already been laid out inside the tent, ready to be eaten at any time.
Even while traveling, Yue Yuna ate extremely well: eight dishes and a soup, all delicious and beautifully presented, prepared by a dedicated cook.
In this regard, no one could compare to the children of powerful families.
As the saying went, "Food could never be too refined, nor meat sliced too thin!"
Zhou Yan was secretly amazed. He wasn't impressed by the dishes' presentation, but by the extraordinary ingredients and effects.
This one meal had nearly the same effect as eating dozens of pounds of dried meat, and greatly boosted his vital energy and blood.
Yue Yuna's martial arts cultivation was already quite impressive. But beyond her own hard work, these external advantages were also extremely important.
It took money to study, and even more to practice martial arts. That was no idle saying.
Why had Zhou Yan spent years practicing the external style of Spring Leg without reaching mastery? It wasn't because the system had failed him. It was because, back then, he simply didn't have enough vital energy and blood to train.
If he had forced himself to practice, he would only have depleted his vital energy and blood, harming his health in turn.
At that point, he wouldn't have strengthened his body at all. Instead, he might have injured himself, aged prematurely, or even died suddenly.
But once Zhou Yan had enough money, his progress—whether in cultivation or martial arts—had been rapid.
"Go ahead and eat."
At Yue Yuna's invitation, everyone began eating in silence.
Zhou Yan wasn't one for formalities, and Ruyu and Yingdian had followed Yue Yuna for years, so they