Feng Jiu responded and took the rabbit to a nearby place to process it. After cleaning it, he put it on the fire to roast. Watching his skillful movements, one of them laughed and said, "I didn't know Junior Brother Ruan had this skill."
Feng Jiu's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, but she didn't show it on her face. She said, "I know a little bit, but I'm not very good at it, and it won't taste good. I hope you don't mind me, brothers."
The others' attention was not on Fengjiu, but they kept talking to the woman surnamed Zhu. Fengjiu imitated the behavior of the man surnamed Ruan based on her observations, trying her best not to reveal any flaws.
That night, they rested and she rested too, and everything passed peacefully until the next morning, when everyone got up early and continued to move forward. Around noon, they followed the mountain stairs and arrived at the gate of the hidden sect.
Feng Jiu only took a quick look and followed them into the sect. After they were inside, the woman surnamed Zhu said goodbye to the others and left. The older man said to them, "Come with me to report to the master."
"Yes." Several people responded and followed him away.
In order to avoid being discovered that she was a fake, she walked along without looking around, just listening more and talking less. This was consistent with the person's previous words and deeds. Several people also talked about their own things as if they were not surprised, and no one paid any attention to her.
When they reached the halfway point of a mountain, they followed the elderly monk into a courtyard and bowed respectfully towards the tightly closed door.
"Disciple greets Master." The older man bowed, looked up at the tightly closed door, and said, "I have accomplished my mission and have completed what Master asked me to do."
"Come in!" An old voice came from the tightly closed door, and then the tightly closed door creaked open as if someone was pulling it open from inside.
The older man walked forward with some joy and stepped inside. Then the door closed. No one knew what they were doing in there until about an incense stick of time later, when the door opened again. This time, the older man walked out with a happy look on his face. After looking at a few people, he handed the pills in his hand to them.
"This is what our master gave you. You should practice well when you go back and strive to break through again in strength." The older man said, his eyes still sweeping over the pills in their hands.
"Go back and have a good rest!" The old voice came from the door again. After hearing his voice, everyone in the yard responded and then turned and left.
Fengjiu took the pill in her hand and looked at it, her eyes flickering slightly. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a figure walking up to her, and patted her shoulder with his hand: "Junior Brother Ruan, we live in the same courtyard, let's go back together!" As he said this, his eyes were fixed on the pill in Fengjiu's hand.
Hearing this, Feng Jiu smiled and looked at him with some surprise: "Brother, you want to go back with me?"
"Let's go, let's go!" The monk said, pulling him away first, and said to the people behind him: "We will go back first."