"Brother Qin, what's the use of bringing pots and spices with us?"
Jing Wuyan asked curiously. He initially thought Qin Yi wanted him to prepare these things to escape from Lianhuan City, but they hadn't been used at all just now.
Qin Yi glanced back at Mo Xiao and another person carrying pots, and smiled mysteriously, "A mountain man has his own clever ways, you'll see soon enough."
They had been walking for half a day and had already moved far away from Lianhuan City.
Qin Yi found a picturesque spot and landed, planning to rest before continuing the journey.
The distance between these cities was more than ten thousand miles, reaching them would take quite a while.
Qin Yi sat on a large rock to rest and looked at Jing Wuyan, "Can you look around in the forest to see if there's anything to eat? Surely there must be plenty of wild beasts in here."
"Young master, we can go. You and Young Master Qin rest here first."
Jing Wuyan nodded, "Be careful."
