Ah Yin hadn't explained herself clearly.
Bibi Dong shuddered in fright.
Ah Yin, what did you mean? Were you actually trying to steal Qingyu from me?
I definitely couldn't let you have your way.
Ah Yin burped and continued, "I want to eat the food you make."
"So it was food!"
Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief. She had scared herself for nothing.
How could such a good girl as Ah Yin possibly compete with her for Qingyu? As long as no one tried to steal Qingyu from her, everything was negotiable.
"If you want to eat, of course that's no problem."
Jiang Qingyu answered calmly, showing little emotion.
Ah Yin rejoiced inwardly. She could finally taste it. Half a year—it truly hadn't been easy.
The journey that had lasted more than half a year had finally come to an end. Jiang Qingyu arrived at the sect's main hall.
"Clan Chief Yang."
When Yang Wudi saw Jiang Qingyu arrive, he hurriedly rose to greet him. "Your Highness the Holy Son, do you need any materials?"
"No need. You can move the remaining members into Spirit Hall. Once we establish the Pill Hall, you can manage it. You may use Spirit Hall's materials as you please."
It was nearly over. It was time to go back and take a look.
"Yes, Your Highness the Holy Son."
Yang Wudi had long been prepared. He left the main hall and began arranging for the remaining clan members to relocate.
An hour later, all the remaining members of the Breaking Clan had loaded what they needed onto carriages and set off for Spirit Hall ahead of them.
The remaining two carriages were for their return journey.
"Get in the carriages!"
Jiang Qingyu boarded first, and the others climbed aboard one after another.
"Set