After returning to the Luofu, Dan Feng had been in a good mood.
He and his other three friends tacitly agreed not to accompany Jingliu. One dragon, one fox, and two humans headed to Imbibitor Lunae's residence together.
Dan Feng took a shower at lightning speed, then instructed his clansmen to buy ingredients.
Out of consideration for his friends' feelings, he specifically ordered that the ingredients cost no more than five figures.
Everyone enjoyed the meal.
Oh, except for Jing Yuan, who refused to face reality.
On the battlefield, the High Elder's taste buds had suffered terribly at the hands of nutrient solution. Back on the Luofu, they finally found some relief.
That improved Dan Feng's mood considerably. Even when a Dragon Preceptor approached to nag him, he did not lose his temper. He merely berated the man without a single curse word until he nearly underwent molting.
The High Elder first listened to his clansmen play music for a while, then returned to his room to apply conditioning oil to his scales. Afterward, he took out his Jade Abacus and checked his bank balance.
Upon seeing that countless string of zeros, along with daily interest that dwarfed most people's annual incomes, Dan Feng made complete peace with those Dragon Preceptors.
I won't berate the Dragon Preceptors today, the High Elder thought. I'll do it tomorrow.
He checked the time, promptly lit the sleep incense he had purchased at great expense, and went to bed.
Dan Feng had been asleep for less than half a system hour when Jingliu's call woke him.
His pleasant mood instantly soured.
Jingliu asked when he would be free and whether he could check someone's pulse.
Dan Feng agreed without hesitation.
What else could he do about his bad mood? Agree to Jingliu's request, of