Qin Fen reached into his pocket and—damn it—he was out of cigarettes. He greeted the others and went downstairs to buy some. Luckily, it was still early and the convenience store below had not closed. After buying a pack, Qin Fen habitually pulled one out and looked around. There did not seem to be a suitable spot, so he simply smoked beside the trash can. As an upstanding man, he certainly could not toss cigarette butts around carelessly.
Qin Fen walked over, glanced at Kunpeng curled up in the corner, and raised a hand to offer him a cigarette. Life was not easy for a brother whose resources had been repossessed.
"Want one, buddy?" Qin Fen said as he held out a cigarette.
Kunpeng looked up. Holy mother of—Dongwang Gong! He immediately lowered his head and slapped the offered cigarette away. "No, I don't smoke. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving!" With that, he clutched the Water-Moon Mirror and ran.
The instant he came into contact with Qin Fen, the Water-Moon Mirror lit up strangely and began piggybacking on Big Chef's data connection!
"Fine, if you don't want it." Qin Fen lit his cigarette, took a drag, and irritably checked his phone.
Kunpeng hugged the Water-Moon Mirror and slipped into a corner by the wall.
More and more people were arriving from the Earthly Immortal Realm. Quite a few had sensed the immense pressure here, while others had come from far away. The lower-ranking immortals of the Heavenly Court, for instance, heard there was something interesting happening below and that it involved Dongwang Gong, so they eagerly flew down. This time, the crowd was even more terrifying than when everyone had emptied the streets for the Moon Palace square dance.
Before long, the sight stretched beyond the