"Really? Peaches this delicious—only you could find them!" Wen Min smiled and gently pinched Luo Yunji's chubby cheek. "Then tell Senior Sister, where did you pick these peaches?"
"It was at the Ancestral—" Luo Yunji had just been about to say it when Zhang Xiaofan, behind him, clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Senior Sister, if you like them, we can go pick them for you. How could we let you do it yourself? If we did, Eldest Senior Brother would blame us!" Zhang Xiaofan said with a smile to Wen Min, though the hand covering Luo Yunji's mouth did not dare loosen.
Seeing the relief in Zhang Xiaofan's eyes, Wen Min knew that place definitely could not be spoken of. At least, not to her.
"All right, then! I'll just wait to eat them!" As she spoke, she lifted the peach in her hands and took another bite, smiling as she watched the two little ones interact.
Lin Jingyu, who had come over with Xiaofan, judged from his past observations that this troublesome Little Fatty must have caused trouble again. Otherwise, on such an important occasion, Tian Buyi, the head of their branch, would not have left on his own to bring Luo Yunji back.
To put it nicely, he had brought him back. To tell the truth, he had dragged him back.
In the end, everyone still found a patch of woods, moved stones to build a stove, gathered firewood, and lit a fire. Song Daren found several large stones and, with a roughness that still held care, fashioned pots, ladles, basins, bowls, chopsticks, tables, and chairs.
After the battle at Liubo Mountain, almost all Azure Clouds disciples knew that the disciples of Big Bamboo Peak possessed tremendously powerful Daoist arts. But when they saw Song Daren use