"Whew..."
After Hou Muxian left, Cheng Siyu drew a deep breath, then began to cry again.
He Pingsheng asked, "Why didn't you confront him just now?"
Cheng Siyu said, "He already said it himself. What was there left to confront him about?"
"Forget it. We've delivered the gift, and seeing him once has put my heart to rest!"
"Let's go!"
The Hou Household would naturally entertain their guests with a banquet.
He Pingsheng did not particularly care for such delicacies from the mountains and seas. They were all cultivators pursuing the Dao; who would still cling to the pleasures of the palate?
But just as the two reached the entrance, another female cultivator blocked their way.
"What?" Cheng Siyu asked coldly. "Are you trying to stop us from leaving?"
With a swish, she drew the flying sword in her hand.
He Pingsheng was not nearly so impatient.
The woman did not retaliate either. She smiled and said, "My name is Hou Muling. I'm Hou Muxian's younger sister!"
Hearing this, Cheng Siyu put her sword away again.
"You've both come from so far away. Why leave in such a hurry?" Hou Muling asked. "Why not stay for our wedding banquet before you go?"
He Pingsheng shook his head. "No, thank you. Your household is busy, so we won't trouble you any further!"
"Ah..." Hou Muling shook her head and said, "There's no need to rush. Quite a few Qi Refining cultivators have come to our Hou Household this time. My brother just told them that after the wedding banquet, we'll hold a small trading fair in the reception hall out back!"
"Exchanging what you have for what you need benefits everyone. Don't you want to take part?"
He Pingsheng's brows twitched.
He had indeed heard of trading fairs, but he had