Yuan Gui's Shop.
Ink-black night blanketed the entire world. The clamor of rain had become the only sound between heaven and earth. The light spilling through the shop door turned hazy within the dense curtain of rain, like the blurred streetlamps in the distance, the indistinct lights of countless homes, and the few hurried figures barely visible on the street, who soon vanished into the darkness as well.
From the start of business until now, Yuan Gui's Shop had remained unchanged. It still had the same four tables, with only the dishes on the menu increasing. The rain was completely shut out by the formation, while familiar customers enjoyed the dinners they had bought here.
If there were no seats, customers could carry their food elsewhere and find a spot for themselves. Using spiritual energy to forge tables and chairs was also a solution, provided they did not disrupt anyone else's meal. Fortunately, the shop was fairly spacious. This was a unique sight of Yuan Gui's Shop.
Elders of peak powers and rulers of empires held bowls as they chatted with others, not much different from ordinary people. Origin Mall's customers should have long since grown accustomed to such scenes, because they acted the same way at Origin Mall.
In a sense, this also dispelled ordinary cultivators' "excessive deification and worship" of those standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world's pyramid.
"I heard that quite a few countries in the Central Region have been fighting wars lately. Is that true?" Qing Yuan asked while eating. Ever since she had gone from being the leader of a faction to an unemployed vagrant, she had not paid much attention to such matters.
"Weren't they always fighting? They've never had a moment of peace," Fan Chengtian said casually. He often wandered all