The group had traveled for several hours, and by now, they were all ravenous. Naturally, they did not continue straight on their way, but stopped and ordered several tables of food from the city first.
Since they had matters to discuss, both Chen Ping and Huo Yuhao sat at the table with the deans whose cultivation had reached the Super Douluo level.
Once all the dishes had arrived, Xian Lin'er pressed her index and middle fingers together into a sword gesture and casually waved them. A cyan hurricane enveloped all the walls of the room, including the ceiling and floor.
Although it seemed almost silent, one only had to look at the steam rising in billows from the dishes on the tables, instantly shredded before it reached the ceiling, to know that under Xian Lin'er's control, no sound within the room could escape. Naturally, there was no need to fear eavesdroppers.
Immediately afterward, a figure slowly materialized inside the room. With his tattered gray robe, his wild bird's nest of hair that looked as if it had gone untended for decades, his signature large tea gourd, and the chicken drumstick in his hand, who could he have been but Xuan Zi?
Over the past two years, Xuan Zi's style of dress had strayed ever further beyond the bounds of ordinary people.
Perhaps it was because he had realized that helping the Academy mine brought tangible benefits to Shrek. Perhaps it was also because helping the Academy mine allowed him, to some extent, to make amends and atone for nearly getting the Inner Court students wiped out twice while leading them.
Thus, unless a Sea God Pavilion Meeting was being held or he actually had an assignment, Xuan Zi spent most of his time at the various mining sites, watching over