Master Wen was immersed in grief, gently caressing the trampled flowers and plants, mourning alone.
Upon hearing Qiao An's voice, he immediately turned and glared at her angrily, "You compensate me for these flowers and plants!"
"Okay, I'll compensate you," Qiao An nodded.
Ten minutes later.
Having calmed down, Master Wen sat in the chair, legs crossed leisurely as he watched the pair standing before him.
"So, you've brought her here again to ask for medicine?"
"Yes," Mu Jingxi didn't hesitate, "Whatever it takes, tell me what I need to do."
He would do it, whether it meant climbing a mountain of swords or descending into a sea of flames.
That's exactly what he had been waiting for.
Master Wen's heart was still seething with resentment as he coldly glanced at Qiao An, "You go up the mountain and collect wild honey for me, and you... fill the water tank to the brim!"
The secluded life was disconnected from modernization.
Even a simple task like drinking water was an issue.