Chen Ye took a sip of tea, recovering his energy, and felt all his fatigue vanish when he saw the three adorable apprentices in front of him.
He set down the teacup and, smiling, ruffled Qing Jun's little head:
"What's this? Did you think Master went out and would bring back some delicious food? Silly girl, Master just went to Dubhe Hall, not the Market."
"That's not true!"
Qing Jun wrinkled her delicate nose in slight dissatisfaction and hummed,
"Does Master think that all Qing Jun does is eat? Qing Jun was obviously concerned about Master, worried that Master might be bullied outside!"
Of course, if Master could indeed conjure up something delicious, that would be even better.
"Yes, yes, Qing Jun is the most considerate one."
Chen Ye chuckled softly, naturally knowing what the little girl was thinking.
He didn't keep them in suspense any longer and patted the Storage Bag at his waist.
"Zheng—"
The clear, ethereal sound of the sword echoed, like a long birdcall.
