"You can set off and head back next month."
"Alright."
Having trailed along with Xin Chen for over half a year, Yin Rong didn't really mind, after all, what her master taught was worth its weight in gold. Moreover, the opportunity to be personally guided by the world's top Sword Immortal was truly priceless. So despite the hardships, Yin Rong didn't find it painful at all.
The master and disciple cooked a pot of instant noodles at the guesthouse, sitting around the table. Xin Chen, still bearing the memory of hunger from his Heart Tribulation, always cooked large portions and added plenty of ingredients. This pot of instant noodles included half a pound of beef, half a pound of ribs, and four packs of noodles.
The taste, well, was just so-so, quite average. But Xin Chen was someone who would eat even dog food and ask if people had eaten feces before, while Yin Rong wasn't some pampered princess. Both had truly endured hardships, so taste didn't matter to them at all.
