Ding Fan, a famed alchemist, was skilled in controlling flames for his elixir-making. Now, as he used his fire mastery to cook, it seemed almost trivial.
Thus, the meal he prepared was exceptionally fragrant and delicious. Even Ye Tianshi, who had been feigning sleep, helped himself to a bowl.
After everyone had eaten, it had grown dark outside. There was no choice but to spend the night there.
Suddenly, sleeping arrangements became an issue.
The cabin was quite small, and besides Ding Fan and Lan Qier, there was also Ye Tianshi, which made it somewhat awkward.
"Girl, do you like this lad or not?"
While Ding Fan and Lan Qier were pondering what to do, Ye Tianshi, who had remained silent after dinner, spoke up.
Lan Qier's face flushed red. "I...I don't..."
Although Lan Qier was a martial artist, faced with Ye Tianshi's blunt question, how could she not blush?
