The Lingwu Continent was rife with undercurrents and conflicts. Someone who lacked strength like her did not seem capable of surviving for very long.
However, this was her private matter, so Ye Chen did not intend to probe further. He simply sipped on the wine while waiting for the dishes and pondering his plan for the auction.
Not long after, Xiaoyu came out with a few dishes.
However…
Bang! Crash!
Two dishes fell to the ground, and Xiao Yu was like a mouse that had just spotted a cat. She quickly ran into the kitchen and changed into an extremely plain outfit. After that, she warily stepped out of the kitchen with a soot-covered face, her eyes glued to the entrance of the inn.
