Xu Hongcai was undoubtedly one of the most interesting cultivators Wang Chen had ever met.
When he had first knocked on the door seeking shelter, he had looked especially downcast and shabby. Yet after accepting Wang Chen's invitation to come in, drink a couple cups of spirit wine, and eat a few pieces of beast meat, he immediately became radiant and high-spirited.
In truth, this middle-aged cultivator had quite a fine appearance: fair-skinned and elegant in bearing, without that greasy air of someone who had muddled through the mortal world. His speech was refined as well, and he was exceptionally skilled at livening up the atmosphere.
An absolute killer of middle-aged and elderly female cultivators—a severe case of social-butterfly syndrome!
From him, Wang Chen heard quite a few interesting tales and anecdotes from the Cultivation World, as well as all kinds of rumors that had recently spread through White Tiger City.
Sharing this new year's eve dinner with him had not been a loss at all.
After three rounds of wine, Xu Hongcai was slightly drunk. He suddenly fixed his gaze on Wang Chen and asked, "Fellow Cultivator Wang, are you planning to head for the West Sea Spirit Domain after spring begins?"
Wang Chen nodded. "Yes."
There was nothing shameful about it. Many cultivators had originally come to Flying Immortal City precisely to use it as a stepping stone, cross the natural barrier of the Jade Dragon Mountain Range, and enter the West Sea Spirit Domain.
It was just that many cultivators never emerged after entering the mountains, while others had put down roots in Flying Immortal City.
"That road isn't easy to travel."
Xu Hongcai seemed a little distracted, as though some unpleasant memories had been stirred.
He set down his wine cup and said gravely, "Fellow Cultivator