"Second Master, have a heart. I'd like to know where to find Ironheart Fruit. Have there been any rumors about it in the cultivation world...?"
A bushy-bearded cultivator stepped forward with reverence written all over his face, holding a bulging cloth bag. Without another word, he dropped to his knees and knocked his forehead against the floor three times, then voiced his request in an exceedingly fawning tone.
Li Ling vaguely recognized him. After enough visits, faces inevitably became familiar; after mingling here for three or five years, they might even count as nodding acquaintances.
Li Ling dimly recalled that this man's cultivation in reality was somewhere in the early to middle stages of Qi Refining. He had a rather bad temper and had once roundly cursed the waiter for bringing his wine too slowly. Yet here in the dream, he meekly kowtowed and fawned over him just to obtain information.
The waiter sat there languidly and rummaged through the cloth bag, which was filled with pearls, precious jade, and assorted gold and silver jewelry.
"This tribute of yours shows very little sincerity..."
The bearded cultivator knew how to play along and hastily produced another bag. "Here are some of my personal savings as well. I heard you recently took a wife, Second Master, so I brought you a few gifts."
The waiter opened it and found several exquisite pieces of jewelry, the sort only the wives and daughters of the city's wealthiest households could afford.
Dreams were bizarre and absurd. Who knew why this bearded fellow happened to be carrying jewelry meant for women...?
Quite satisfied, the waiter swayed his head and said, "Very well. Since you've put some thought into it, I'll show you great mercy and tell you. Someone apparently found it on Westpath Mountain to the