It turned out she had completely misunderstood the meaning behind the clothes.
They werenât some defensive treasure at allâjust ordinary garmentsâŠ
Watching Yi Feng haggle with the seamstress, Feng Qianyue was utterly speechless.
In seven days, he would undergo the Death Inheritance. To improve his chances of success, thorough preparation was essentialâthe more prepared he was, the higher the likelihood of survival.
Yet, with the countdown ticking away, instead of focusing on what truly mattered, he was preoccupied with trivialities like clothing and daily necessities. It baffled her.
It wasnât because of her bet with Bai Ji that she felt this way.
It was just common senseâanyone would prioritize preparation, right?
Finally, after much bargaining, Yi Feng bought two reasonably fitting robes from the seamstress.
But even after that, contrary to Feng Qianyueâs expectations, he didnât turn his attention to the inheritance. Instead, he continued to fuss over food.
The sky gradually darkened.
The twilight scenery was breathtakingâfiery clouds painted half the sky, casting a golden hue over the world.
The distant sea shimmered, perfectly mirroring the blazing sky above.
Two skies, one above, one belowâŠ
Such beauty should have lifted anyoneâs spirits.
Yet.
Feng Qianyue couldnât feel an ounce of joy.
From the moment they left the house until now, Yi Feng had wasted an entire day.
She watched helplessly, anxiety gnawing at her.
Every lost day meant less time to prepare, which could ultimately jeopardize his chances of survival.
At last, after a full day of shopping, Yi Feng stretched contentedly.
"Busy all day, but finally got everything I needed," he said with satisfaction.
His words momentarily eased Feng Qianyueâs worries. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief, thinking, Has he finally come to his senses?
"Sir, what should we do next?" she asked cautiously.
"Weâve been running around all day. Nothing left to doâletâs head back." Yi Feng shielded his eyes as he admired the sunset, looking completely at ease.
Feng Qianyueâs lips twitched.
"Go⊠back?"
She blinked in disbelief. "Sir, arenât you supposed to be preparing for the inheritance? Weâre just leaving?"
"I was preparing," Yi Feng said, spinning his storage ring with a grin. "I already got everything I needed. No reason to stick around, right?"
Feng Qianyue was dumbfounded.
She took a deep breath and asked, slowly, "Are you saying⊠the beef jerky, pickled duck legs, and sausages you bought today are your preparations for the Death Inheritance?"
"Yeah? Werenât you watching me buy them?" Yi Feng replied.
Hearing his confirmation, Feng Qianyue staggered back, clutching her forehead as if her entire worldview had shattered.
So this was what he meant by "preparations."
Oh heavensâŠ
She was at a complete loss for words.
This was the Death Inheritance we were talking about.
Shouldnât he be gathering life-saving artifacts and trump cards?
Instead, he was stocking up on beef jerky?
Was this some kind of joke?
"Sir," she pressed, "the Death Inheritance is fraught with danger. Beyond⊠these preparations, donât you think you need something more?"
"Something more�" Yi Feng scratched his head. "Let me think about it."
Watching him actually pause to consider it, Feng Qianyue nearly lost her composure.
Wasnât it common sense to prepare thoroughly for something like this? And yet, he needed her to remind him?
To put it bluntlyâŠ
Was there something wrong with this manâs thought process?
"Ah! Now that you mention it, I did forget something important!" Yi Feng suddenly slapped his thigh in realization.
Feng Qianyue exhaled in relief.
Finally, he was getting back on track.
But his next sentence plunged her straight into despair.
"I got all the meat and preserves, but I forgot staple food! Canât just eat side dishes without rice, right? Iâll need some dry rationsâmaybe compress them myself. Wait here, Iâll grab some from that shop across the street."
With that, he marched off to resume haggling with the shopkeeper.
Feng Qianyue wanted to cry. Or maybe just die.
She was beginning to regret her decision at the Moonlit Tower.
Sure, Yi Feng had managed to catch the Dragon Fish.
But the more she got to know him, the more unreliable he seemed.
Even after buying the dry rations, Yi Feng showed no intention of making any other preparations. Instead, he basked in the satisfaction of his successful bargaining.
Feng Qianyue fell silent.
She gave up.
No more struggling. If doom awaited, so be it.
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