Along the way, she gathered everything she came across: herbs, mountain produce, wild game, and even wild vegetables—she refused nothing.
As she neared the outer edge of the forest, she heard cries for help.
She followed the sound, running swiftly, and when she was still some distance away, she heard a familiar voice, "Old Master Zhang, you'd better think carefully. Do you want your grandson's life, or to continue holding onto those recipes?"
"Qiao Yuxiang, are you even human? Your grandfather and I came from the same sect, after all. How can you be so malicious?"
"I've tried reasoning with you politely, but you won't listen, so I have no choice but to resort to extreme measures. I don't want to suffer in this countryside forever. You brought this upon yourself."
Looking at the people standing not far away, she thought, So that's how it is.
No wonder Qiao Yuxiang kept sneaking off to the south. So this was her game. It seems she's truly desperate.
