After waiting in puzzlement for several breaths, there was still no movement.
It seemed the inn's business really was bleak.
Bao Congxin sighed.
"Ah, looks like there aren't many customers."
"Today, I probably won't get the chance to cook. I wanted to earn some Immortal Stones and treat my benefactor to a fine meal, but I truly lack the means. I hope you can forgive me, benefactor."
Bao Congxin forced a smile as he looked back, his face full of embarrassment.
He might have been somewhat cowardly, but he was a good man who knew how to repay kindness.
Seeing this, Yi Feng smiled and waved his hand.
"It's fine. We'll eat whatever we have. I'm already very happy that you have such intentions."
Seeing Bao Congxin's worn clothes and how he worried over making a living every day,
Yi Feng felt rather moved.
Back then, someone at Bao Congxin's level could have strode sideways through an entire realm, yet here on the Seventy-two Islands of Lan Star, he was merely at the very bottom.
"Brother Bao, you've been cooking here all these years, and it seems you can barely keep yourself fed and clothed. Haven't you ever thought of seeking a better position and trying your luck in the city?"
Bao Congxin shook his head. "Benefactor, you jest. I'm already struggling so much on the outskirts of the western district—how would I dare venture into the city? That place is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den!"
What dragon's pool and tiger's den was there in the city? Everyone was clearly courteous.
Guessing that he was about to hear more rumors, Yi Feng lost interest. The Soul Suppressing Grass on the table was the best evidence—he would not be fooled by confusing words again.
Looking at the Soul Suppressing