Feng Tianyou rolled up his sleeves and nodded, "You start the fire first, I won't have any problems."
The two divided the work and cooperated without any objections.
Lin Zishuang was familiar with the mountain, finding dry wood to start the fire was a minor task for her.
In a short while, she had the fire going, illuminating the cave and making it feel warm.
The sun had already set behind the western mountains and as it grew darker, Lin Zishuang, seeing that Feng Tianyou had not yet returned, couldn't help but worry.
Mist Peak seemed calm but was fraught with dangers.
The abundance of medicinal herbs meant that there were also many poisonous insects.
Thus, when they went into the mountains to gather herbs, they would not venture out at night.
"Mr. Feng..."
Lin Zishuang called out twice, but hearing no response from Feng Tianyou, she grew even more anxious.
