The greatest pain in the world was having delicious food right before your eyes, yet no room left in your stomach.
Although Wu Ming was indeed tempted by the fruit cake milk tea, he had truly eaten far too much at Jiang Yun's earlier... So, faced with the local specialty brimming with his Senior Sister's eager affection, he could only put it away for now and enjoy it another day.
Still, even if treating someone to a meal was out of the question, what fun was there in this town besides eating and drinking?
"Senior Sister, do you want to watch a divine shadow play?"
Zheng Lingxi's eyes immediately lit up. "I do!"
A divine shadow play was when cultivators used external tools such as magical artifacts, pills, talismans, and the like to project images with their divine sense, showing others what they envisioned. It was essentially the xianxia version of shadow puppetry.
Elsewhere, people skilled in this craft might have been few and far between. But in Gray Plains Town, there were more cultivators than ordinary people, and the cost of living was no small matter, so naturally there was someone doing every sort of side job.
Thus, Wu Ming took Senior Sister Lingxi to find a renowned expert in town and watched a heroic shadow play filled with Sword Qi crisscrossing the sky.
Its audiovisual effects were exceptionally spectacular. Unfortunately, its story concerned how, during the era of the barbaric wars, the human race of the Immortal Alliance had united as one to slaughter demons, devils, and Wuren... It was certainly highly educational in Qiongzhou, but precisely because of that educational value, it was also exceedingly delicate.
Yet all of that seemed entirely irrelevant to Zheng Lingxi, a descendant of the Wuren. The girl watched with waving arms