With the three of them working together, they finally polished off that enormous pot of fish.
Back in the inn room, Tang Yu opened the window and looked out at the night sky.
Blue streaks still flashed across it from time to time.
The formations of the two great families were still running. They were determined to find the bastard trying to destroy them both.
"What a waste of money. They might as well give it to me instead of burning through it."
Tang Yu clicked his tongue, almost feeling sorry for the two great families. Nine mighty Mahayana cultivators maintaining a formation—one could only imagine the resources it consumed.
"Master, what waste are you talking about? I've brought your foot-washing water."
Spring Lake happened to walk in from outside carrying a basin of water, his face full of fawning eagerness.
"Come on, Master, I'll wash your feet. You must be tired after walking all day."
"Don't be like this. I prefer how wild and unruly you used to be. Go back to that."
"You jest, Master. I have always been utterly loyal to you."
"Then come to my room tonight."
"Master, this servant is male."
Spring Lake forced a smile as he cursed furiously in his heart.
That shameless, lecherous bastard! Just because he had a bit of cultivation, he'd forgotten who he was. For now, Spring Lake was merely enduring humiliation and biding his time!
Once he had the chance for revenge, he would make this guy kneel on the ground and beg him for mercy.
After carrying the foot-washing water out of Tang Yu's room, Spring Lake poured it away, returned to his own room, and lay on the bed muttering to himself as he endured.
The next day, the two men and one fox resumed their