There were many things that did not go as one wished in life.

Although Feng Feiyun was sympathetic towards Murong Ta’s situation, he was not overly affected by it. In the end, everyone had their own stories. The most important part was how their future would turn out.

Murong Ta’s bright eyes gazed at the Boundary Spirit Stone by Feng Feiyun’s waist. Earlier when Feng Feiyun wanted to take out the Eight Arts Volume but then decided against it, this stone did not escape Murong Ta’s eyes.

He handed a deliciously grilled fish to Feng Feiyun. This fish was fresh and fatty with the sweet fragrance of bamboo leaves. Although Feng Feiyun was used to eating delicacies, those cuisines were only mundane and ordinary. They could not compare to this grilled fish.

Both the chicken and fish grilled by Murong Ta were number one. To become friends with him was a blessing for one’s eating habits.

“It is a pity that you are not a chef!” Feng Feiyun ate three of these fish as quick as the wind and threw the fishbones all over the ground. His mouth was full of oil that reflected the warm sunlight.

After being exiled...