Ming Fan filed the invitation you gave him and saw that your complexion wasn't especially good.

It occurred to him that since that stinking brat Luo Binghe had gone down the mountain, you had only picked kitchen's fare. In the last few days, you hadn't eaten properly at all.

Ming Fan asked you again if you wanted a congee, but you really had no appetite and waved him away. After some time, more footsteps approached.

"Didn't I say there was no need?" You asked.

"This disciple rushed a considerable distance, all the way from the outer provinces, and Shizun won't even spare me a single glance before refusing me?" Luo Binghe declared. His tone was filled with playfulness as he let out a light laugh.