Eileen and Xuan Che faced each other in a wide-eyed standoff.
After nearly half a minute, the little doll glanced at the few things the other party had just taken out. "That's all?"
Xuan Che's face twitched slightly. His century-old Dao heart nearly wavered, but he still nodded stiffly. "That's all."
Seeing this, Yu Sheng sighed and stepped forward to comfort him. "It's fine, it's fine. You did your best."
"Alas, in the end, I'm simply too poorly learned. I only know how to follow what's written in the books." Xuan Che sighed as he put his things away, speaking dejectedly. "There may well be a way, but I really can't think of it. I'll ask my master when I get back, or consult some seniors in the sect. There might still be a turning point."
"That works too." Yu Sheng nodded sincerely. "Then sorry for the trouble."
By the time they finished discussing the matter, it was almost noon.
Naturally, Yu Sheng invited his guest to stay for a meal. He hadn't gotten hung up on the question of whether cultivators from Thousand Peaks Spirit Mountain ate food. After all, Xuan Che had already downed an entire can of cola, and there was already a cultivator in his household who ate a great deal at every meal.
Xuan Che didn't refuse the invitation much. He was even rather curious about how this houseful of beings that were absolutely not "human" yet constantly "imitated" humans lived their everyday lives. When he agreed to stay for lunch, there was even a hint of adventurous spirit in his heart, as though he were seeking the Great Dao.
He would soon learn that he had been right to stay and broaden his horizons.
Because Huli was making lunch.
Perhaps feeling that a guest