"The Barbaric Wilderness is too far from the Central Plains, so the news comes slowly."
Little Kingfisher understood in her heart: "At the latest, there will be news the day after tomorrow."
"Tell Jinfeng."
Lin Qingluo whispered softly: "Tell him not to delay on the way, and go directly to the Polar Ice Field with Tianfeng."
"Alright."
Little Kingfisher's eyes spun, reminding her master: "Mu Fan has finished taking a bath."
"Good."
Lin Qingluo turned gracefully and transformed back into Qing Yuan, returning to the small courtyard.
*
"Two Immortal Masters, the meal is ready, please enjoy."
The old man, holding freshly steamed buns and the last remaining pickled vegetables from home, came to the small room and placed them on the bed with great care.
There was no table in the simple room, so they had to eat on the bed and make do.
