Settling In
Mo Hua asked Ji Qingbai, "Uncle Ji, do you have a place to stay?"
Ji Qingbai had only just come back to himself, but his heart still could not calm for a long time.
He had only heard people say that Immortal City was no longer what it used to be, that it was growing more prosperous by the day, but he had never imagined it could prosper to such a degree.
His heart was both shaken and envious.
Hearing Mo Hua's words, Ji Qingbai paused slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "There's an old senior who was a family friend of my father's. I can stay at his place for the time being."
Mo Hua nodded. "If you run into any difficulties, you can go find my father."
Gratitude showed in Ji Qingbai's eyes. "Thank you for looking after us all along the way."
"It was nothing," Mo Hua said.
All he had done was scare a few people and lead the way. It was only a lift of the hand, and had not taken much effort.
As long as everyone was safe and sound, that was enough.
The young female cultivator named Fu Lan had taken a pill, and her injuries had improved somewhat. Though her face was still white as paper and it was inconvenient for her to move, she still made a point of bowing to Mo Hua and said gratefully, "Many thanks, little brother!"
Mo Hua saw that although she was a woman, alone and helpless, having suffered hardships all the way and been gravely wounded, her expression was still resolute. He secretly admired her, and said, "Big sister, can you cook?"
Mo Hua's question was so strangely novel that Fu Lan froze for a moment. Only after a long while did