So, in the midst of this chaotic battle, the Ghost Faced Masked Man and Murong Yixuan quietly left with the three children and Seventeen...
In a town a few hundred miles away...
Within the confines of a private dining room in a local restaurant, the group gathered around a table laden with an array of dishes. The Ghost Faced Masked Man, with a meticulous care that belied his previous cold demeanor, began to arrange the food before Yue'er, creating a veritable mountain of sustenance within her bowl.
"Eat," he instructed, his gaze fixed upon Yue'er, urging her to partake of the meal.
Yue'er, confronted with the towering pile of food, stared in bewilderment, her voice tinged with incredulity. "There is so much," she exclaimed, "how can I possibly consume it all? My stomach would surely burst."
"Then eat what pleases you, and leave what does not," the Ghost Faced Masked Man replied, his tone softening slightly. "Which dish do you like the most?"
