"As it happens, Li'er collected some essence blood too. I was just planning to find time to bring it to you, Brother Lin."
Mo Zhaoli's bright eyes were clear as water, her voice gentle.
Lin Changheng swept his gaze over it and found that most of it was [Mountain-Moving Ape] essence blood, a full hundred portions. The rest was deep-red [Red-Eyed Fire] essence blood, around thirty portions.
"Thank you."
Lin Changheng accepted the essence blood, then thanked her.
With this, he only lacked earth-aspected [Mystic Spirit Essence Blood].
After a pause, he added with a smile, "You can stop collecting [Mountain-Moving Ape] essence blood. I have enough now. It's thanks to you collecting so much for me, Li'er, that things have gone so smoothly."
"All right."
Mo Zhaoli nodded slightly without asking further questions, merely smiling sweetly. "Why be so polite with me, Brother Lin?"
At noon, Mo Zhaoli played host, inviting Lin Changheng to sample the fare at a spirit wine tower in the sect's market ward.
Lin Changheng did not mind spending a little time on this, so naturally he did not refuse.
They soon arrived.
This market ward stood directly atop a lofty mountain.
Amid swirling clouds and mist, pavilions with sweeping eaves and interlocking brackets perched at varying heights along the cliffs. Spirit cranes circled overhead, while cultivators occasionally rode artifacts or streaked through on escape lights.
The wine tower was called the [Drunken Immortal Abode]. It stood at the mountain's highest point, with clouds beneath one's feet, offering the unique pleasure of drinking high in the heavens.
After sampling the food, Lin Changheng found it delicious indeed,
but he did not linger excessively. He suggested looking around the sect's market ward. As a rogue cultivator, having seen the local sights, he also wanted to experience