Two venerable figures were engaged in a battle of wits high in the sky, and Jiang Wang had no way to interject.
Fortunately, with Ye Lingxiao's help in covering up, he hadn't exposed even more.
Thus, wanting to show off his skills in front of Ye Lingxiao as a form of thanks, he tended to the fish with great care.
Soon enough...
The fish was burnt to a crisp.
The sky above was very quiet, the scent of charred fish wafting lightly, like a fish, swimming around the noses of the few transcendent cultivators. It was somewhat mischievous, somewhat provocative.
Ye Lingxiao, expressionless, said, "If you have matters to attend to, you should head back to the pavilion first."
His eyebrows twitched as he added, "Take your grilled fish with you."
Du Ruhui laughed heartily, "Pavilion Master Ye, the fish might not be happy, but I guess you are not much happier either."
