An Chen swept away all the food on the table, then hurriedly dragged Big Ears out of the teahouse.
He made his way through several crowded teahouses and taverns, asking about all sorts of news, especially news of Spirit City.
Unfortunately, aside from that first piece of news, he found no useful information.
When night fell, An Chen found an inn and settled in. Late that night, he sat beside the windowsill, gazing at the stars outside.
Just then, a streak of light flashed across the starry sky.
A meteor, too?
An Chen's attention shifted toward it.
He watched the streak of light, but soon noticed something wrong. It was growing larger and larger, seemingly heading straight toward him.
Am I really this unlucky? Even watching a meteor, I end up with it crashing into me?
With that thought, An Chen hurriedly stood and scooped up the sleeping Big Ears.
But he soon stopped, for the meteor did not crash into him. Instead, it swept past him and flew off in another direction.
Seeing this, An Chen let out a breath and tossed Big Ears, who was somewhat disgruntled at being abruptly awakened, back onto the bed.
He was no longer in the mood to admire the night scenery, so he simply sat cross-legged and began cultivating.
Although his overall strength was now formidable and very well-rounded, there were always people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens. He knew he could not afford to slack off.
Yet just as An Chen settled into meditation and prepared to circulate his Cultivation Method, a tremendous boom came from the distance, followed closely by violent shaking, as though an earthquake had struck.
But the tremors vanished as quickly as they had come. Inside the room, the vases on the cabinet and table had already