Nian Bing led Zi Qingmeng deeper into the cave, into a space that resembled a stone chamber. Nian Bing gave a wry smile, saying: "There's nothing here to burn. We have to resort to magic, Miss Zi, I'll need your help."
Zi Qingmeng sighed, saying: "There's no need to worry. We're already in such dire circumstances, let's focus on staying alive and escaping." As she spoke, she stabbed several samurai swords she had collected into the ground. Nian Bing took a pot from his Spatial Ring and Zi Qingmeng placed it on the swords. She then laid the chopping board that Nian Bing took out flat on the ground. With the advent of various seasonings and food ingredients, the place started to resemble a makeshift kitchen.
"Miss Zi, tell me honestly, do you regret joining me in this mercenary group operation?"