They chose a window seat and sat down.
There were no attendants in the teahouse, making it quite peaceful. Tea was self-serve; one simply left however many Immortal Spirit Stones one deemed appropriate.
The Nine Extremes Immortal Domain had long been steeped in the influence of the Five Aggregates Immortal Domain. In its ordinary great cities and markets, taverns were never the most numerous—teahouses, instead, were everywhere.
"Nine Yang, how do you find the Nine Extremes Immortal Domain?" Chen Xun personally poured him a cup of tea, and Nine Yang accepted it with flattered alarm.
Nine Yang actually possessed an exceptional bearing. His very presence carried an innate, ethereal air, as though he had been born for immortal cultivation. Even Little Wuhen's bearing back then had fallen a notch short of his.
Of course, Qian Wuhen had now completely integrated into the Heavenly Wheel Sect. His life had become rather rough-and-tumble, and his bearing had gradually been worn away, returning to simplicity... He was the sort of ordinary person whom no one would spare a second glance for on the road.
At this, Nine Yang held his teacup, a trace of gloom flashing through his eyes. He slowly said, "Senior, all those who traveled with me have fallen within the various secret realms. They were all my fellow daoists."
He bit down especially hard on the words "fellow daoists."
The Nine Extremes Immortal Domain had countless secret realms, each fraught with peril. Yet in the end, he alone had survived. It would not have been wrong to call himself a lone star of heavenly misfortune, as though he had brought immense inauspiciousness upon those fellow daoists.
Chen Xun came to a realization. "Since that is so, why not look at it another way? Perhaps it was because your blessings towered