Since Gu Xijiu was face-to-face with life or death, it was normal for her to be nervous even if she had a sharp mind.
She had thought of asking the Firmament Stone about the verification process in detail, but this bastard had been playing dead, and Celestial Master Zuo did not want to answer her directly. She was on her own.
There were a lot of things on Di Fuyi’s ship, and Gu Xijiu guessed that he had everything he needed here. Suddenly, he pressed on the table beside him, and the table top unexpectedly ruptured silently. In it, there was a bowl of whitish soup with a sweet smell.
Gu Xijiu's heart missed a beat again. Di Fuyi flicked his sleeve, and that bowl of soup flew towards Gu Xijiu. As it flew towards her, he said warmly, "Papaya soup is good. It can keep people calm and reduce nervousness."
Then, he paused and looked at her chest, "I heard that it also has a special function which girls would appreciate. And that suits you. Have a bowl."