The ninth day of the month, a rest day.
The moment Wang Chen stepped out of the Prison Department's gates, he felt as though he had returned from hell to the human world.
Countless lively, vivid, clamorous, bustling sensations rushed toward him, making him instinctively draw a deep breath.
His whole body relaxed.
Although he had been banished to the Demon Cave, Wang Chen still held the status of a jailer.
Not a prisoner.
Therefore, he still received a monthly salary and had his own days off.
Even if there was only one rest day a month.
Compared with the Demon Cave, where daylight never shone, dense yin baleful and evil energies filled the air, and the cultivation environment was utterly dreadful, returning to Yongle Immortal City truly felt like returning to paradise for Wang Chen!
He first went to a nearby teahouse and ordered breakfast. Sitting by the window, he savored the delicious food while admiring the streams of people and bustling scene on the street outside.
In truth, Yongle Immortal City was equivalent to a small nation. Calling it an immortal kingdom would not be wrong either.
Above were the lofty halls of government; below were the depths of the marketplace. Countless cultivators settled down and lived in peace here, busily going about their lives.
Wang Chen dearly hoped to become one of them.
But without obtaining an immortal registry, all such thoughts were empty talk!
Slowly, he thought to himself. Then he suddenly sensed something unusual. A delicate beauty had taken the seat across from him.
Wang Chen frowned, feeling that this unfamiliar female cultivator before him carried a strangely familiar air.
The other woman looked at Wang Chen with a smile. Without the slightest reserve, she extended a slender hand, picked up a pastry from his