Yuan Yuan City.
A restaurant.
Miaohuo Bright Son occupied an entire floor by himself, drinking large mouthfuls of liquor and eating great chunks of meat with grease dripping from his mouth.
The waiter and other attendants stood in two rows beside him, serving him in trepidation.
Crack! Crack!
He saw Miaohuo Bright Son grab yet another arm-length bone, chewing and swallowing it as though it were sugarcane. "The food and wine in this Ancient Shu restaurant are simply better than those in the Secret Treasury Domain. Buddha-lord, I've grown sick of barley wine and tsampa..."
Once he was full and satisfied, he patted his belly and laughed. "Buddha-lord has enjoyed your offerings here, so I naturally must grant you a blessing. Why not all come with me to the Secret Treasury Domain and share in the supreme bliss, how about that?"
That shopkeeper knew these esoteric monks were spirit immortals among men, but seeing his crude behavior and constant talk of killing, he truly did not dare to agree.
Just as Miaohuo Bright Son grew impatient, a short-statured old man walked into the establishment. "Miaohuo Bright Son—Xu Hei pays his respects."
"So it is You, Patron Xu..."
Miaohuo Bright Son greeted him with a hollow smile, then sat back down and picked up a bowl of liquor. "You delayed for so long. Have you reached a decision?"
"Indeed. This old wretch wishes to purchase the third sequence chapter of the Horse-Head Vajra Protector Divine Art. I beseech the preceptor to bestow it."
Xu Hei flattered him with a smile.
Miaohuo Bright Son glanced sideways at Xu Hei and shook his head. "You... are not qualified. Have the person behind you come out."
Xu Hei's expression stiffened.
Then, footsteps approached.
Fang Qing arrived in a flowing blue shirt. "Miaohuo Bright Son—I