Before long, the three of them turned onto the main street. Xu Yi was startled: the street was even livelier now, with all sorts of things imaginable—and unimaginable—on display. Men and women crowded shoulder to shoulder, forming a vast sea of people.
The crowd swept the three of them along until they reached the mouth of Central Avenue. There, at the crossroads leading in every direction, the throng finally split up and dispersed.
Though the streets were still somewhat bustling, at least they could move about freely now.
"Why are so many cultivators out on the street too? The Moon Begging Festival should be a folk celebration, shouldn't it?"
Qiu Wa had run over to a stall selling sugar figurines. Xuan Lengyan wore a sour expression, so Xu Yi could only find a topic to break the ice.
Xuan Lengyan gave a cold snort and said nothing. Aren't you only interested in your little darling? Why are you talking to me?
Xu Yi sighed. "Seems I've asked the blind to lead the blind. It's only natural that Her Excellency the Venerable Master, who never touches worldly things, wouldn't know the reason."
Xuan Lengyan raised an eyebrow, about to speak, but suddenly stopped. You wicked disciple. How dare you provoke me? Do you think I'm Qiu Wa?
Xu Yi's thoughts turned, and he smiled. "Why is Her Excellency the Venerable Master so quiet? I understand now—you must want to play a game where you try to make me talk. How about this: if you can go the whole night without saying a word, I'll give you two origin pills. If you can't, you only have to give me one."
"Wicked disciple! You dare!"
Xuan Lengyan abruptly reached out and rapped Xu Yi on the forehead again.
When Xu Yi first mentioned