But what Zhao Le and Chen Mingming had not expected was that, in this magnificent Temple in the clouds, Da Zhe lived in nothing more than a simple little courtyard.
It was a two-story house with a sense of age, enclosed by mottled walls. An Osmanthus Tree stood in the courtyard, its golden blossoms drifting onto the eaves, looking like golden frosting.
There was even a place for raising chickens.
There was not a single servant here—only Da Zhe's family of three.
They had met Da Zhe's wife and daughter, and had even eaten lunch with them.
The cooking skills of this Black Soul Envoy team's figurehead could not be called particularly good. At most, it was on the level of an ordinary farmstead cook. Still, Zhao Le and Chen Mingming had each eaten two extra bowls.
After the meal, the woman played with her daughter in the courtyard while Da Zhe, the househusband, busied himself with the dishes.
Chen Mingming and Zhao Le found a place to sit in a corner of the courtyard.
The temperature here was just right. It was neither summer nor winter, and it felt neither like spring nor autumn.
"Chen Mingming, have you noticed? This mother and daughter seem to be..."
"Say less."
"I'm just a little curious."
Although they were merely newly advanced Black Soul Envoys, because of a certain previous example, Boss Luo had put some thought into reconstructing them. At the very least, they were no longer inferior-quality products, and had been given a little potential.
How could they fail to see that the ordinary mother and daughter in this courtyard were illusions without souls?
"Why are you just sitting there? Brew some tea."
"Mr. Da Zhe!"
Chen Mingming and Zhao Le hurriedly stood up, only to see Da Zhe wave