Wei Xiong left.
Only after helping Wang Chen harvest all the Spirit Rice did he drive off resolutely in his carriage.
Wang Chen had a faint feeling.
This forthright Innate Martial Artist was probably doing more than merely looking for a new place to settle!
The sky gradually darkened, and the atmosphere in the room turned a little strange.
Who knew what Wei Xiong had said to his sister before leaving? The young woman now sat in Wang Chen's house, quiet and withdrawn, not daring to meet his eyes directly.
Her manner was evasive and skittish.
To be honest, Wang Chen, who had long grown accustomed to being alone, felt somewhat awkward as well.
He had met Wei Lian—Wei Xiong's younger sister—a few times before.
They were not complete strangers.
But they had never really spoken much.
Now Wei Xiong had patted his butt and run off, leaving him alone in a room with his sister.
How they were supposed to get along over the next few days was a problem.
Fortunately, Wang Chen had lived through two lives. He had dated several girlfriends in his Previous Life, so he had some experience.
Seeing Wei Lian's flustered expression, he thought for a moment, then rose to his feet. "Sister A Lian, you must be hungry by now, right? I'll go make dinner."
Wei Lian immediately panicked. "Immortal Master, let me—I'll do it!"
She was living under someone else's roof now, and Wang Chen was a cultivator. How could she possibly let him do such menial work for her?
Wang Chen asked, "Do you know how?"
He had only asked casually, thinking that if she was willing to find something to do, that would be fine too.
At least it would spare them this awkwardness.
Yet the instant his words fell,