Five days slipped by in silence. As the first ray of dawn shone down, Ye Jinghu dispersed the vital energy around his body, and the blue lightning arcs gradually faded away.
Zi Lan, seated cross-legged opposite him, also opened her eyes. The two smiled at each other. Though neither spoke, their hearts had already laid themselves bare.
"Today is the day of the Trade Fair. Wait for me here at the restaurant." Ye Jinghu rose, briefly straightened his clothes, and headed outside. Yet as he was leaving, he turned back and asked,
"Lan'er, is there any spiritual item you need? If I come across one, I can trade for it for you."
"Husband, the spiritual items I have now are already enough for me to cultivate to Purple Mansion Peak. What else would I need?" Zi Lan smiled faintly and watched Ye Jinghu leave.
At the stairway, a beautiful maidservant had long been waiting.
Looking closely, she was the very maidservant who had led him upstairs that day.
"Thunder Senior, this way, please." The maidservant bowed slightly to Ye Jinghu. Her gaze no longer held the same respect as before. After all, she had previously thought Ye Jinghu was an ascetic cultivator with remarkable composure, yet he had not left the restaurant once in five days.
Ye Jinghu paid no attention to her expression. His eyes were on several cultivators who had emerged alongside him. Without exception, all of them were Gold Core cultivators.
Their attire, however, was all different.
As Ye Jinghu looked at them, they looked back at him as well. Though none of them spoke, they nodded to one another, exchanging a lukewarm greeting.
This showed that Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant had indeed invited quite a few Gold Core cultivators.
After passing through several streets, they arrived at