"Yes, yes, yes. Even if Miss were to like someone, she'd like the author of Dream of the Red Chamber and Supreme Treasure, not some ordinary mortal like him." Maomao wore a mischievous look as she spoke meaningfully.
"Shut up." The woman tapped Maomao on the head, her pretty face turning concerned again. "But tell me, could he be a mortal too?"
"Hmm..." Maomao lowered her head in thought. "I don't think so. Look at the people in Supreme Treasure. Their cultivation methods may differ from ours, but aren't they still incredibly powerful? Even if someone were making it all up, they would surely need a certain understanding of cultivation to write a book like that, right?"
"That's right."
The woman gave Maomao an approving glance. She thought so too. A simple romance novel might indeed have been written by a mortal, but Supreme Treasure was also a world of cultivation. Its characters could cover a hundred and eight thousand li at a whim, and there were supreme treasures like the Moonlight Treasure Box. How could a mortal's perspective possibly create such a world?
"Then, Maomao, starting today, help me search for this gentleman with all your strength. I want to meet him as soon as possible," the woman instructed softly.
"All right, all right, Miss. I know what's on your mind. I'll send word out at once." Maomao covered her mouth and laughed softly before withdrawing.
Inside the room.
Yi Feng changed into a fresh set of clothes and wiped himself down before finally feeling much more comfortable.
Then he pulled a wild rabbit from his bamboo basket and went to the open ground in front of the house. After traveling all day without so much as a bite to eat, now that he had settled down, he had to treat himself properly no matter what.
He immediately set up a grill.
Before long, Yi Feng had roasted a fragrant rabbit. It was rich without being greasy, and after he sprinkled on the seasonings, an even more enticing aroma wafted through the air.
"Mmm, smells great!"
After taking a sniff, Yi Feng was in no rush to eat. Freshly grilled food was especially likely to make one overheat, so he dug another small pit in the ground, took out a wild chicken that had been wrapped in lotus leaves inside the bamboo basket, and buried it.
Then he skewered a grilled fish as well.
Before long, the fish was fully cooked, its skin charred and crisp, looking utterly appetizing.
The beggar's chicken was unearthed as well, its fragrance spreading in all directions.
Though he was only an ordinary mortal, Yi Feng had never been careless when it came to living well. Even if he could not finish it all, he still wanted to eat to his heart's content.
"With another jug of fine wine, this would be simply perfect."
Yi Feng took out his wine gourd as well. Only after everything was ready did he clap his hands in satisfaction.
A chicken leg and a mouthful of wine went down his throat, leaving Yi Feng thoroughly content.
Though it was already late autumn, there were still plenty of small creatures in the mountains, their cries coming in waves like cicadas. Quite a few moths also flew into the fire.
Yi Feng raised his head.
The bright moon hung high in the sky. After several mouthfuls of wine, he was not drunk, but there was a faint haze of intoxication in him.
In his heart, he suddenly thought of his hometown from his previous life.
Those long-lost skyscrapers, the city's endless streams of traffic, the Honor of Kings and League of Legends he had played so obsessively that he forgot food and sleep, and his family, his brothers, and his friends from his previous life...
"Raising my head, I gaze upon the bright moon; lowering it, I think of home!"
Yi Feng raised his cup to invite the moon, and at some unknown moment, his eyes had filled with mist.
"Not only does this young master write fine poetry, he seems to be a man with a story as well." Two graceful figures appeared outside the courtyard. As their voices fell, the chill hidden in the woman's eyes quietly faded away.
In truth, the two of them had been observing him for quite some time.
Mufu Mountain was a place of great importance.
On the surface, the two women simply loved peace and quiet and had come to wander through the mountains and enjoy the scenery. In secret, however, they were stationed here to prevent any accidents.
For the past two years, no strangers had entered. Yi Feng, a complete stranger, had caused such a commotion that even if he were merely a mortal, he had long since drawn the two women's attention.
But now, it seemed they had worried too much.
"So it is the two ladies. Please forgive my poor display."
Yi Feng hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting and invited the two women to sit by the fire. Apologetically, he said, "I hope I haven't disturbed you two. I had planned to sort out this food and bring it over to you, but since you're here, why not have something to eat together?"
The white-robed woman glanced at Yi Feng.
For some reason, she felt something different about this mortal young man. Though she had never been interested in such worldly grains and foods, she sat down as if possessed by a ghost.
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