Mo Yue, who was behind her, knew she couldn't ascend Jiuxi Mountain. She lowered her head and concealed the disappointment in her eyes.

It seemed she was of no use anymore.

When she sensed Mo Yue's dejected aura, Feng Muqing turned back and looked at her as she comforted her, "Mo Yue, prepare some fine wine and dishes with Jiujiu for me. In a few days, when I return, I want to taste your culinary skills."

"Alright."

She had intended ...