The red-eyed Jiuling looked at each person holding a packet of pastries and instinctively swallowed.
He raised an eyebrow: "Just some pastries. We cultivators don't need such things to replenish energy. Cultivators are accustomed to dining on wind and dew, and eating more of these foods has no benefit. This woman giving you these has no good intentions."
"So what?" Qingxuan looked at him with a slightly mocking smile.
Red-eyed Jiuling replied matter-of-factly: "So, you can hand them over to me for safekeeping. I will not let these things corrode your Dao hearts."
"No need." Fire Nether raised an eyebrow: "However, I've noted that you don't like these things. In the future, when Qingxuan makes such pastries, she won't make any for you."
"Indeed." Mo Ye nodded: "The food Qingxuan makes tastes very good. If you don't like it, it's better not to waste it."
Basically, the food Ye Wu carried was made by Qingxuan herself.
Qingxuan's culinary skills were well known.
