"I think I heard something." Luo Chuan looked out the window. Dusk had long since fallen, and the scenery outside had been washed into a muddled haze of color.
"Sounds like Bu Lige." Yao Ziyan glanced up. "I think he went out with Bu Shiyi."
Sure enough, before long, Bu Lige appeared in Luo Chuan's sight with a mournful face, alongside the utterly unmoved Bu Shiyi.
Under normal circumstances, it was about time for dinner, but today was different.
"I bought quite a few Qichuan specialties. I'll share them with everyone after we get back." Gu Yunxi shook the Space Ring in her hand and spoke proudly.
"We can finally go back. Of course, I'm not saying filming the movie wasn't interesting. I'm just feeling sentimental." Jiang Shengjun's survival instinct was remarkably strong.
Norika was whispering about something with Anviya; Frost was still silently looking at her Magic Phone; Xuanque was playing chess with Qing Yuan...
The twenty holographic devices set against the wall had already been left idle. Since Luo Chuan was leaving, he would certainly take them with him.
That included the light screen used to sell goods.
Han Mo and his little companions had come over as well, their faces filled with reluctance. Of course, they were not reluctant to see Luo Chuan and the others leave—they were reluctant to part with the holographic devices and the products.
People were exceedingly pragmatic creatures, and cultivators fell within the category of people as well.
"So, Han Mo, you're going to Jiuyao City too?"
"Yeah, I've already decided." Han Mo nodded.
"Your family agreed?"
"I can still make decisions about something this minor myself."
His companions all cast envious looks at Han Mo.
Elsewhere.
"What happened to you?" Yao Ziyan asked curiously. In her impression, Bu Lige had always