Snowy Mountain.
Chuyun Shrine.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
The knocking interrupted Xia Yu's thoughts.
"The door isn't locked."
He stood in front of the kitchen counter, speaking without turning around.
Bang.
Jintan Shun entered the room, this sloppy uncle had come back from hunting yesterday and had shaved off his sharp brother-like hair and beard, now he was a bald man.
He even changed into a new outfit, free from any strange stench.
"How is it, can this kitchen still be used?" Jintan Shun asked casually. Last night, Xia Yu had asked to borrow the kitchen. Although it was deep in the mountains, Jintan Shun had clearly turned the unmanned Chuyun Shrine into his base, not to mention an armory, but also two professional kitchens that left nothing to criticize.
