The foolish woman was clearly starving as well. In no more than a moment, she wolfed down more than half the food Xiao Wujian had brought back.
Perhaps she had eaten too quickly. Before she had even finished, she began coughing sharply. "Cough, cough, cough!"
Her cracked lips trembled.
"Mother, slow down. I'll go find you some water."
Seeing this, Xiao Wujian hurriedly picked up a broken bowl from the ground and headed outside the ruined temple.
The moment he turned around, he saw Su Shi'er walking in through the doorway.
His robes fluttered, bringing with them a thread of warmth.
"Sir, I'll first..."
Seeing Su Shi'er, Xiao Wujian did not stop walking. He hurriedly tried to explain as he continued toward the temple entrance.
His mother was unwell, and his heart ached along with her.
"Don't worry. Your mother will be fine."
Su Shi'er spoke calmly and flicked a finger lightly. The sound of rushing water immediately rang out.
Along with the sound of water, the withered grass in a corner of the ruined temple stirred without wind, and a bonfire flared up with a poof.
The flames danced wildly like golden serpents. Above them, a kettle of water hung suspended.
In the blink of an eye, cold water turned hot, boiling as steaming white vapor rose from it.
Beside the fire lay several exquisitely crafted jade bowls and porcelain vessels.
Immortal patterns flowed across them, their radiance dazzling. One glance was enough to tell they were priceless.
"Hm? These... are all items used by cultivators?
"Well, that made sense. This fellow could serve as an instructor, and when facing Song Yao just now, he had not fallen behind in the slightest. His cultivation had to be at least at the Out of Body stage.
"Yet he casually gave