The Seven Kill Father and Son Sank into Comfort, While the Qian Father and Son Began Planning

A residence in Spirit Hall.

Following Su Mu's instructions, Yue Guan had specially prepared these lodgings, complete with flowers, grass, and a small pond. The surroundings were peaceful and secluded.

Living here would be an absolute pleasure.

"How relaxing."

Chen Jianjun was already reclining on a lounge chair. Beside him sat the tea his son had brewed, its fragrance mingling with the birdsong nearby.

For a moment, he found himself utterly intoxicated by it all.

He had spent his life roaming the continent, never stopping to settle down. His accommodations had mostly been ordinary inns or nights spent camping in the wilderness.

"Father, I think this place is wonderful."

Chen Xin was quite satisfied.

If they had been offered something like Gold Soul Coins, he and Chen Jianjun would certainly have considered it vulgar. But a place like this could be summed up in one word: elegant.

"I feel the same way." Chen Jianjun smiled and nodded.

"Are you satisfied, Seven Kill Douluo?"

Yue Guan asked with a smile.

He could tell that the father and son were delighted, but he still had to ask as a formality.

"Very satisfied. Sorry for all the trouble, Elder Yue," Chen Jianjun replied.

Whew, my task is done. The rest depends on how Su Mu takes things from here.

"Seven Kill Douluo, I never imagined you would grace our Spirit Hall with your presence."

A teasing voice rang out, and everyone turned to look.

Qian Xunji was striding toward them.

"Your Holiness, since you have come here, I imagine you already know the reason." Chen Jianjun stood and inclined his head. "Sorry for troubling Spirit Hall with these arrangements."

"As we should," Qian Xunji said with a smile. "Spirit Hall has always been hospitable, welcoming guests from every corner of the world."

"Seven