Xue Fanxin glanced at the man, then took out a bowl, and filled it with porridge. "For you."
"Thank you!" The man did not hesitate. He stared at the full bowl of porridge. "I'll repay your kindness in the future."
"It's nothing. You seem to have suffered serious injuries. Do you want me to take a look? I'm a doctor. Perhaps I can help you."
"No need." The man turned to leave. He was carefree and did not curry favor just because he had received someone else's favor.
Xue Fanxin shrugged and laughed it off. She did not take it to heart, but she did not know how much support this bowl of porridge had given her in the future.
Heiyue had been watching from the side and did not have much of an impression of the man. She only thought that he was a rogue cultivator who had fallen into trouble here and had come to ask for some food.
