After listening to half an hour of fairly interesting storytelling.
Lu Yuan left behind the tea money and departed without a sound.
To him now, money was not a problem.
In most people's minds, money meant gold, silver, and copper coins. But in the eyes of the clever, money could be anything.
It could be a piece of gold.
It could be a piece of silver.
It could also be a Magic Core or a Dou Skill manual.
Of course, Lu Yuan was not extravagant enough to use a Magic Core to pay for tea. Even the lowest-grade Magic Core would be enough to cover this little teahouse's tea for an entire day. Anything a cultivator casually let slip through their fingers was enough for an ordinary person to live on for half a lifetime, or even a lifetime. Thus, he merely used spiritual energy to extract a tiny bit of gold from the earth, condensed it into a small golden bead about the size of a fingernail, and overturned his bowl before leaving. The shop assistant who came to collect the bill would naturally see it. As for whether that lucky shop assistant would pocket it for himself, that had nothing to do with him. He only needed to make sure he had paid.
After leaving the teahouse, he took a single step.
There was no strange phenomenon whatsoever.
The people around him did not even notice.
He left the scene, crossed several miles, emerged from the garden within the Mitre Family estate, and silently made his way to Ya Fei's residence. Although he had already located Ya Fei through his senses, he still raised a hand and knocked on the door out of courtesy.
Inside, Ya Fei jolted at the sudden knock.
Her hand trembled, and the brush