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Chapter 121: Taking A Disciple

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"Fellow Immortal Lonemoon..." Bao Feiping asked in a worried tone, "Is Fellow Immortal Yi Qing... really all right?"

Lonemoon's mouth twitched a little as he answered, "Don't worry, he knows what he's doing... at least he should know."

What the hell does "he should know" mean?

And why did he dash straight into the kitchen the moment he got out from the Nine Firmanents Distortion Mirror?

Immortals don't need to eat, so although they had a kitchen, it was only used sparingly by some immortals who loved their food; the utensils were usually not complete.

But... even overlooking the fact that Yi Qing had oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on his person, why was he also equipped with pots, pans and food ingredients? He even had bowls, chopsticks and tea. These were hardly things one would take on a journey; it was more like he was moving house?

Huh, even if he were to pull out a set of tables and chairs, I'll not be surprised.

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Then...

Yi Qing really pulled out a table and four chairs.

"..."

( ̄△̄;)

Wait a moment — even Immortal Lonemoon sat down as if it was the most natural thing in the world!

"Chef, I want to eat seafood!"

"Yes Master, no problem Master!"

"..."

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So for the entire afternoon, Bao Feiping looked with mouth agape as Yi Qing came out from the kitchen bearing dish after dish, which were devoured with gusto by the other two. While wolfing down their food, they even invited him politely to partake of the repast.

"Do join in, City Lord Bao," invited a smiling Lonemoon. Then turning his head, he expression changed abruptly as he chided, "Holy shit! Shen Ying, leave me a piece will you. You've finished almost everything!"

Out of politeness, Bao Feiping helped himself to a morsel. It was unexpectedly... delicious!

Just as he was thinking of helping himself to another piece, he found that the bowl was already empty.

"..." He did not know what to make of this lot.

With mixed feelings, Bao Feiping sat at the table for two hours before the two finally put down their chopsticks.

"I think your son should be better by now? I suggest we take a look just in case." Wiping his mouth, Lonemoon was once again the perfect gentleman; the flustered expression of the man who had just been bickering over food was completely gone.

For a moment Bao Feiping was silent as a thought suddenly struck him.

Could it be that they were worried that some other incident might crop up after Father had finished with treating Little An's injuries; that was why they had lingered here for so long?

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So that was it...

With that thought in mind, Bao Feiping's heart warmed towards them. With a look of gratitude, he stood up and said, "Thank you Fellow Immortals." Then he hurriedly turned and led the group to the front hall.