Whoosh!
A streak of light flashed back into the small city, and Yi Feng stepped out of the tavern once more.
Following the familiar route straight to the top floor, he found Gui Wanhai still sipping tea, smiling as he looked over.
"Brother Yi, you finished your business so quickly?"
Yi Feng waved a hand speechlessly and sat down with a smile.
"Ah."
"Don't mention it. It was just some trivial chicken-feather-and-garlic-skin matter, not worth talking about."
Hearing this, Gui Wanhai nodded slightly.
As he personally poured Yi Feng a cup of tea, he smiled and consoled him.
"So it was a minor matter. No wonder Brother Yi did not wish for me to accompany you."
"Since it is of no consequence, I shall not ask further. Let us continue savoring tea, then have a proper drunken bout tonight. I will be leaving before long, and who knows when I might meet Brother Yi again."
Yi Feng had only mentioned it casually, and Gui Wanhai gave it no further thought.
In his eyes,
a common cultivator like Yi Feng could at most have some grudges and minor frictions. Even if there were some matter of life and death, he had already given him soft armor for protection, so there was absolutely no danger.
Even if some great calamity truly arose, it would not be worth mentioning in his eyes. So long as it did not involve a clash between top-tier powers, if Yi Feng spoke up, he could settle it with a wave of his hand.
Of course, Yi Feng could never possibly come into contact with such a level.
If there came an opportunity in the future, it would do no harm to show him around.
That was what a kindred friend was like: silently offering aid, doing everything