Li Wenli saw the porridge slowly bubbling and calmly put out the fire, then pushed Bai Junjun toward Snow Garden without another word.
"Time to wash up and go to sleep, miss."
"No, wait. We haven’t finished our discussion," Bai Junjun said, shaking her head seriously.
"What else do you want to talk about?" Li Wenli asked, his smile hinting at sarcasm.
"That disappearing Underground Palace, don’t you find it a bit eerie?" Bai Junjun, oblivious to Li Wenli’s displeasure, continued to delve into the academic issue earnestly.
This was also the most puzzling point among the words spoken by Monk Shan Ci.
Li Wenli nodded, acknowledging that a room silently vanishing was indeed strange to ordinary people, but to a Special Ability User, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Excitement began to build on Bai Junjun’s face, and Li Wenli, seeing it clearly, asked, on point.
"Are you suggesting that the Underground Palace is a space fragment?"
Bai Junjun nodded repeatedly, indeed believing that to be the case.
Otherwise, how could one explain its sudden disappearance? Isn’t it said that space is also floating in this world? Perhaps because the city gates were breached and the dragon’s qi leaked out or some other medium, it disappeared once more.
Li Wenli pondered, "It’s indeed a possibility, but we need to investigate further. After all, when we went to the Underground Palace just now, nothing unusual was detected."
Logically, if there was a space there, they should have felt it, but they had felt nothing at all.
"That’s because we didn’t make it to the courtyard. Maybe if we reach the courtyard, we’ll be able to touch the space," Bai Junjun suggested.
Li Wenli nodded, "Speaking of which, the Fifth Prince’s undercover agents are really annoying. How about we do Yuwen Luanfei a big favor?"
"What?" Bai Junjun was momentarily stunned.
Li Wenli’s lips curved into a smirk, "I’ll accompany you to the Prince’s Mansion tomorrow."
Bai Junjun, surprised, asked, "You’re planning to use Luan Fei to take down that rebel stronghold?"
Li Wenli nodded confidently, "It’s too boring if everything is within the Fifth Prince’s control. Since he wants to be a part of the power struggle for the throne, he should suffer some losses."
After hearing his explanation, Bai Junjun was somehow swept up by his logic, unconsciously nodding in agreement.
Finally, Li Wenli smiled, "Now, miss, can you go wash up and sleep?"
They both had been out and about all night and had just spent a long time with a stench-ridden old monk. Without noticing, they had also picked up the smell and had no choice but to bathe again.
Luckily, water was easily accessible, so after washing up, they finally settled back into bed.
The next day, the elder Monk Shan Ci was awakened by the fragrance of porridge.
Groggily opening his eyes, he saw seven or eight children smiling brightly around him.
One of the kids, a girl about eight or nine years old holding a bowl of porridge, smiled sweetly, "Grandpa, you’re awake? Have some porridge quickly."
Elder Monk Shan Ci glanced at the little girl. Although he wanted to ask who these children were, the porridge in front of him was so fragrant that he couldn’t help sitting up and wolfing it down.
The porridge was deliciously soft and aromatic, akin to a delicacy from heaven. Only toward the end did he discover a few slices of ginseng at the bottom of the bowl.
He was moved, and his eyes even glistened with tears.
To cook such exquisite ginseng slice porridge, he knew without asking that this was Bai Residence; he thought Bai Junjun and Li Wenli had taken him to some private house on the outskirts of the city, but he never imagined it would be here.
Having not left Fahua Temple for three years, he was unaware of the outside world’s transformations, but being in The First Shi Clan’s home, he felt quite safe.
Elder Monk Shan Ci sighed with a sense of relief, finally feeling the solid reassurance of having his life spared