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The feast was about to begin, but the host was nowhere to be seen—not only had he failed to show up, he had gone into meditation. There was no telling when he would emerge. What else could they do?

Of course, they could only laugh and forgive him—after all, though the man had not arrived, the goods had. Spirit fish, spirit shellfish, spirit fruits, and spirit herbs filled the tables to the brim, their fragrance wafting everywhere.

"Everyone, eat and drink to your hearts' content!" The landlady raised her cup with a smile. "You all know what Mr. Shen is like. He definitely won't ask anything that would put you in a particularly difficult position. Eat without worry, drink without worry. Once Mr. Shen finishes his meditation, he'll surely hurry over as soon as possible!"

"Alright!" Everyone raised their cups in thunderous response. Before the landlady could say another word, chopsticks rained down, charging toward every dish on the table.

Grab!

Grab!

Grab, grab, grab!

One full meal like this might not equal decades of cultivating spiritual energy, but it had to be worth at least a year or two!

Dr. Qin stared at the pile of spirit fruits, his eyes shining. As a Qinggeng Bird, he did not even need to inspect them closely. By instinct alone, he knew that many of them had mild medicinal properties and were extremely nourishing for patients.

How could he get his hands on these?

How could he persuade Shen Le to supply them in bulk?

These spirit fruits were simply too important to his clinic!

Nengqian, the young monk from Yuantong Zen Monastery, fingered his prayer beads. Even after reciting "Amitabha" over a hundred times in his heart, he still found it difficult to settle his mind. He had no choice but