After leaving the Feng Residence, Li Chen returned to his lodgings-this time, a residence provided for him by the city's Skin-Painting Guild.
At last, he had a proper place to settle down here, no longer having to drift through his days in bustling inns and the like.
Though he was still a guest, being supported and treated with deference naturally felt different from living under someone else's roof.
He Ran had remained inside, cultivating in seclusion. Only after a long while did he emerge and discover that Li Chen and the others had returned. He could not help asking, "How was the Foundation Establishment Gathering you attended?"
Li Chen said, "Not bad. I got to know several Foundation Establishment cultivators from the surrounding area. I expect more people will come to visit me next, or invite me to their lineages as a guest, to sound me out."
Wu Ding laughed. "Brother He, it's a real shame you didn't go and enjoy a meal at his expense. I tasted quite a few fine spirit pills at the gathering. For someone in the Qi Refining Realm, they were pretty decent Cultivation Provisions."
He Ran shook his head with a bitter smile. He was rowing against the current now—what was the point of talking about Cultivation Provisions?
Even a Foundation Establishment Pill worth hundreds of thousands had gone down the drain. If he wanted to reach Foundation Establishment, the benefits of a few spirit pills could hardly make up the difference.
"Oh, right. That Feng Mingzhu seemed interested in bringing up an attendant position. Help Brother Li think it over too." Wu Ding then told He Ran about the matter.
After listening, He Ran pondered briefly. "Do you know that places like Suyang City receive considerable attention from the Creation Sect? Although this