Zhang Xianlong muttered to himself.
He had already woken up from meditation and intended to go outside for a bit, but when he saw Wei Fan and Long Xueyi sitting side by side outside, with the sunset casting a harmonious glow over them, he didn't have the heart to interrupt.
After a while, the caravan in front stopped to prepare dinner. Wei Fan halted the carriage, and only then did Zhang Xianlong step out, casting a peculiar glance at Wei Fan.
He thought he was pretty aloof himself and not good at speaking with women, but he realized Wei Fan was even worse. Sitting with Long Xueyi for such a long time, yet not saying a word voluntarily.
"I'll gather some firewood!"
Zhang Xianlong walked into the woods, while Wei Fan started taking things out of the Storage Gourd.
The Storage Gourd was stocked with food, and once Zhang Xianlong brought back the firewood, the three of them quickly settled their dinner.
Their meal was quickly resolved, but the caravan ahead wasn't so fast.
