“Once the competition ends, I’m going to seek you people out!” Qiao Mu’s eyes glinted sharply, and two explosion talismans shot toward the two people’s bodies.

This instantly caused two thunderous explosions.

She pulled Crown Prince Mo along with her to leave, not even turning her head to look at them.

“Qiaoqiao.” Mo Lian gently pulled her petite hand and brought her to his side. He looked down at her with a deep gaze. “The people from Clear Sky Faction are like sewer rats that come out to disgust you every so often. Leave them to me to deal with, okay?”

Qiao Mu shook her head stubbornly and gritted her teeth. “No, I must deal with Fan Gu and Fan Qiuhe personally.”

She wanted to end this past nightmare with her own hands. No one else could do it in her stead.

“Okay, since you have already decided.” Mo Lian caressed her slightly messy hair. “Then I will support you. I’ll first have people investigate the location of Wuwang Mountain’s Clear Sky Gorge in the Shuntian Prefecture. As long as we have an exact location, we won’t have to worry about them escaping. I will send people to first control them. You can then personally deal with them when you go over.”

Qiao Mu leapt into his arms and nuzzled her head against his chest. She said in a muffled voice, “Am I being too willful?”

“Nonsense.” Mo Lian caressed her head while smiling.

“My Qiaoqiao is so compassionate. How are you willful?” Mo Lian held her petite hand as they walked toward Anping Inn.

By the time the couple reached the inn, the sky had already turned bright.

Feng Chen and the others were also descending the stairs one after the other.

Feng Chen was leaning against the wall. When he looked up, he just so happened to catch a glimpse of the couple walking in from outside hand in hand.

“Oh? So early! What mischief were you up to outside?” Feng Chen smiled at Qiao Mu while standing in the morning light.

Qiao Mu lifted up two boxes of pastries. “We ran into someone selling meat puff pastries at the street corner. One spirit currency could only buy three. Since there’s not many, first come first serve.”

“Oh my, it’s still my Qiaoqiao who’s considerate.” The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal’s eyes curved into smiles as he glided up to Qiaoqiao and took the two boxes of pastries from her.

“I just so happen to be a bit hungry! Hey, innkeeper, I’d like a bowl of porridge too!”

Ha! Your Qiaoqiao! Like hell she is yours. Mo Lian rolled his eyes at the Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal. Afterwards, he sat down with Qiao Mu at the table and took the millet porridge the innkeeper served.

“Eat.” Qiao Mu also took out another two plates of hibiscus cakes from her food box and placed them in front of Feng Chen.

“Hm.” The little fellow propped up her chin and mixed the piping hot porridge in the bowl. She said wistfully, “If Duan Yue was here, he’d definitely be able to eat these two plates of hibiscus cakes all in one go.”

Mo Lian paused, and then he picked up a hibiscus cake with his chopsticks to eat it. “Oh.”

Feng Chen pursed his lips with a spurious smile. He patted Qiao Mu’s arm. “Why did you suddenly think of that dolt for no reason?”

“I didn’t. I only thought of him seeing these hibiscus cakes.” Qiao Mu pointed at Mo Lian and explained, “Hubby doesn’t like sweets, but Duan Yue loves them.”

“Men who like to eat sweets are usually sissies.” Mo Lian tried the hibiscus cake, but it wasn’t to his liking, so he tossed it aside.

A certain venerable immortal who had already eaten two hibiscus cakes instantly felt that he shouldn’t pick up another with his chopsticks!

Could you freakin’ watch what you say?

Who are you calling a sissy?

“Qiaoqiao, don’t listen to Mo Lian say nonsense! This is all about one’s taste preferences!” After some contemplation, Feng Chen still picked up his third hibiscus cake with his chopsticks.