Three days later, He Pingsheng stretched and rose from the broad, soft meditation cushion.
At some point, Qiao Huizhu had prepared a whole table laden with food.
He Pingsheng asked in surprise, "You can cook, too?"
Qiao Huizhu rolled her eyes at him. "What did you think? That all I could do was... uh... other things?"
"All right, come and try it!"
"Sure." He Pingsheng chuckled. "I haven't eaten anything in tens of thousands of years!"
"It's been ages since I last indulged my appetite!"
As he spoke, he sat down beside the little table and took a bite.
"Mmm... this really tastes wonderful. Very good!" He Pingsheng then thought of the others and asked, "Why don't we call them all over to try some, too?"
Qiao Huizhu smiled. "Whatever you wish, husband!"
"I'll go get them!"
Qiao Huizhu rose and went outside.
A little while later, Wen Buwan and Yinpan Ying came in.
Luo Bingyao, however, was nowhere to be seen.
He Pingsheng frowned slightly. "Where's my darling disciple?"
Wen Buwan said, "She said she was going out a couple of days ago and hasn't come back yet. Don't worry. Her cultivation is so high now, and she has Immortal Talismans with her. Nothing will happen to her!"
He Pingsheng nodded and resumed enjoying the food.
Yet he was only halfway through his meal when he sensed a disturbance in the formation outside.
Ordinary disturbances in the formation would not reach He Pingsheng's hall, because several layers of defensive formations and barriers surrounded it, cutting off sounds from outside.
After all, he and Qiao Huizhu had been stirring clouds and rain in this very hall a few days earlier.
But if someone disturbed them with an exceptionally powerful divine sense, He Pingsheng could still sense it.
"It seems someone's