The scholar dashed through the mountains for three hundred miles, lit a bonfire, and went to the nearby stream to catch a big fish weighing more than ten pounds.
When he returned to the bonfire, Xuanping was already sitting by the fire with the help of Jiang Miaoxian.
"Wouldn't this worsen your injuries?"
Xuanping replied, "It's good to get some fresh air occasionally."
Chen Qing scaled and roasted the fish, "How did you get injured?"
Xuanping didn't hide it, "Failed at the Foundation Establishment in the north."
She smiled, as radiant as a flower after rain, "But next time, I won't fail."
She spoke with great confidence.
"What about you, why aren't you staying in the tribe and instead are wandering around? Your cultivation hasn't reached the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, right?"
Chen Qing feigned a slight anger, "The old scoundrel won't tolerate me!"
Xuanping laughed smugly, "With skills like yours, you indeed easily provoke the leader's suspicion in a small tribe."
