As they returned to Humble Peak, evening was approaching.
Master was still lying on the rocking chair, reading poetry as usual.
However, Chen An’nian noticed a slight tremor in his master’s body.
“Master.” The four walked up to the rocking chair, bowing respectfully.
“Did the journey go smoothly?”
Li Shaodian finally let go of his worries.
“It went relatively smoothly,” Xu Shouqiao replied.
“Encountered any obstacles?”
“They were all resolved by us, disciples.”
“Good, go prepare dinner,” Li Shaodian continued reading the poem in front of him, but a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Xu Shouqiao hurriedly went to tidy up the kitchen.
After this back and forth for almost two days, they had no idea what his master had eaten.
Sure enough, the kitchen was cold and empty, as if it had never been used.
“Master, have you not eaten anything since we left yesterday morning?”
Xu Shouqiao asked loudly.