After eating and drinking his fill and sleeping soundly, he woke refreshed. He teamed up to make breakfast again, steaming five huge baskets of piping-hot buns, cooking a pot of porridge, and chopping up two jin of dried pickled vegetables.
With Xu Yi's current cultivation, preparing all of this was basically a matter of waving his hand. But Huangmei found it deeply unsettling. This was absolutely the most decadent cultivator in all of Southern Pole Sect—even counting every Menial Worker.
After wolfing down more than twenty jin of hot, greasy buns, Xu Yi let out a satisfied burp. He released his perception and checked Number Seven Nursery. Seeing nothing amiss, he prepared to pay a visit to Earth Moist Pavilion.
He couldn't just settle down and spend several years serving as a steward here. He had to maneuver, to think about climbing higher.
Suiyuan was a good place. As far as Xu Yi knew, people from the Six Peaks of Southern Pole Sect came by almost every day to collect spirit plants. That was an opportunity.
Unexpectedly, before Xu Yi could set out, his token stirred. Earth Moist Pavilion had summoned him. Xu Yi called Jia Qin and Zhen Huang over, told them to keep a careful watch, then shot off toward Earth Moist Pavilion.
Half a cup of tea later, Xu Yi met the chief steward, Huang Xing, in a private room at Earth Moist Pavilion. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Xu Yi respectfully clasped his fists and bowed to Huang Xing.
Huang Xing exchanged a few pleasantries and went through the motions of asking about Number Seven Nursery, which Xu Yi had recently been put in charge of. Then someone called from outside. Huang Xing asked Xu Yi to wait a moment and stepped out.