The evening glow was dull and faint, and the sky was already tinged with black by the time Huang Qianjun returned carrying boxes of food.

It was a bit awkward to say this out loud, but although Feng Xiaofeng could cook, his culinary skills left a lot to be desired. Feng Xiaoran was so young that she’d yet to even attempt learning to cook.

Su Yi, meanwhile, was too lazy even to try.

And Huang Qianjun was a silkpants. He’d been pampered from a young age, and he followed the maxim that “gentleman were to avoid the kitchen.” He’d never done any housework in his life. 

As such, ever since moving into Humble Tranquility Cottage, they left all of their meals up to Huang Qianjun, who purchased everything outside….

“Brother Su, while I was out buying our meals, I felt as if someone were following me, but I didn’t see anyone suspicious,” said Huang Qianjun as he laid out the various delicacies he’d brought back with him. “Do you think I’m being overly paranoid?”

Su Yi glanced at him. “For the next couple of days, you, Junior Apprentice Brother Feng, and Xiaoran are to stay home. Once I deal with the conflict outside, you won’t encounter any further danger regardless of whether you go register at Blueriver Sword Manor or have other plans.

Huang Qianjun hurriedly agreed, then whispered, “Brother Su, I no longer plan to continue my cultivation...