The Son is a Foundling IX

Feng Ruqing's expression darkened, gritting her teeth. "Helian Yue is trying to kill me!"

The taste of this soup was indescribably strange… The smell was fine, but the taste… It was very hard to describe.

In comparison, Tang Yin's goldfish soup was better, even though she was about to vomit after drinking it.

Feng Ruqing stared at the soup on the table. A cold light flashed in her eyes. "Someone, bring this soup to Feng Lianqing. Tell him that Helian Yue brewed it for him."

"Yes, Young Lady."

***

At this time, in another part of the mainland, an ancient city surrounded by a mountain range.

This city was called Nan City.

All people in this city had their spirit beasts with them. However, unlike other spirit beasts, their eyes were somewhat dull and did not have the energy that a spirit beast should have.

The Nan family was the owner of Nan City.