Hao Shuai, You Can Even Use the Universe in Your Sleeve??

As the saying went, time was money!

And sometimes, the reverse was true: money could buy you time!

Just like now. With Hao Shuai's money paving the way, a whole table of sumptuous dishes was served in half the usual time, saving him the wait.

That time had been earned, hadn't it?

When he saw that all the dishes had arrived, Hao Shuai stopped thinking. There was still plenty of time, and he could slowly consider how to reform the Qingyun Sect.

Hao Shuai picked up his chopsticks and invited Zeng Shushu and the others to eat. He was the first to take a bite of fish. "Mmm... It still tastes just like I remember—fragrant and tender, with a sweet flavor."

"Senior Brother Hao, have you had Stewed Mei Fish before?" Zeng Shushu asked in puzzlement after swallowing his bite.

"Heh... You're not the only one who gets tired from practicing the Sword Control Technique." Hao Shuai shot Zeng Shushu a scornful look.

"Haha!"

After eating and drinking their fill, the four of them returned to the private courtyard they had reserved to rest.

Even after stepping inside, Hao Shuai still felt a little disappointed. It seemed he really wasn't the protagonist. He had wasted an entire day delaying his plans, yet events hadn't followed the story's course, and he hadn't run into Bi Yao, who was also dining there. It looked like he would have to try his luck at the Abyss of the Dead on Kong Sang Mountain.

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning, after breakfast at Shanhaiyuan Inn, Hao Shuai gathered the others and said, "Kong Sang Mountain is three thousand li to the east. It's a long journey, so let's set off now."

The other three had no objections. They paid the