Five days slipped by in silence. As the first ray of dawn shone down, the elemental energy around Ye Jinghu's body dispersed, and the blue arcs of lightning gradually faded.
Zilan, seated opposite him, opened her eyes as well. The two looked at each other and smiled. Though neither of them said anything, their hearts had already poured themselves into each other.
"Today is the day of the trade fair. Wait for me here at the inn." Ye Jinghu rose, tidied himself slightly, and headed toward the door. Only, as he was about to leave, he turned back and asked, "Lan'er, are there any spiritual items you need? If I run into them, I can trade for them for you."
"Husband, the spiritual items I have now are enough for me to cultivate to the peak of Purple Palace. What spiritual items would I still need?" Zilan smiled faintly, then watched Ye Jinghu leave.
At the stairway, a beautiful maidservant had long been waiting.
Looking closely, she was none other than the maidservant who had led him up that day.
"Senior Lei, this way, please." The maidservant gave Ye Jinghu a slight bow. As for the look in her eyes when she regarded Ye Jinghu, it no longer held as much respect as before. After all, she had previously thought this Ye Jinghu was a bitter cultivator with extraordinary self-control, yet for five whole days, he had not once left the inn.
Ye Jinghu did not pay attention to the maidservant's expression. His gaze fell on several cultivators who had walked out at the same time. Without exception, all of these cultivators were at the Gold Core stage.
It was just that their clothing differed from one another.
As Ye Jinghu looked over, those few people also looked toward him.