Ceasefire

Cease Hostilities

Afterward, the two of them chatted about a few more matters, and Yu Shenzhao also asked about the customs and local traditions of Chen Duan's world.

They exchanged words back and forth, though nothing was overly lively; it all seemed somewhat plain.

Yet within that plainness, there was nothing dull or tiresome. Instead, it carried a rhythm that put people at ease.

Afterward, Yu Shenzhao arranged for the group to stay in a small town by the sea.

Surprisingly, the townspeople here did not recognize Yu Shenzhao. They merely took him for an ordinary Daoist living in seclusion among the mountains.

Looking at the "simple fare" before them—poached chicken, steamed fish, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, seafood soup...

Carefree Heaven said to Chen Duan with a trace of indignation in his voice, "My lord, Yu Shenzhao clearly isn't taking you seriously! We came all this way, and this is how he receives us? He's showing you no respect at all!"

He was speaking up for Chen Duan, but Chen Duan shot him a cold glance, making his body shudder.

Then Chen Duan smiled instead. "Carefree Heaven, you're acting rather strange today. Did something deal you a blow?"

"How could that be, my lord? I'm merely aggrieved on your behalf!" Carefree Heaven's gaze flickered away, and he did not dare meet Chen Duan's eyes.

"As a warden, he has everything he could want. What's he pretending for..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered.

Yue Jinghong listened, then looked at the food on the table.

Though it did not look luxurious, there was still meat and vegetables.

The islanders lived by fishing and did not raise many chickens, ducks, or other poultry. Being able to put together such a table of dishes was already no easy feat.

Clearly, this was the