Xiao Chubei's enthusiasm left Yue Wen rather overwhelmed, and it took considerable effort to get away.
They had only ventured into the Wasteland Zone together once, so he had no idea how Xiao Chubei had come to admire him so much. From the way he acted, all Yue Wen had to do was nod, and Xiao Chubei would drop to his knees on the spot and declare, "I have wandered half my life without finding a worthy lord-"
But Yue Wen already had a second child at home, and he was not considering taking in another for now.
After all that running around, night had fallen again.
In the northern winter, the sky grew dark particularly early. City Seven was only a Satellite City in a small region, and its neon lights were not enough to pierce the cold winter night.
Yet when Yue Wen arrived at the Dream Bar, he was taken aback by how lively it was.
This was a quiet bar catering specifically to cultivators. A singer onstage sang sentimental songs beneath warm, dim lights. Partitions of varying heights and hazy, staggered gauze curtains divided the bar into secluded spaces.
It was only just past dinner, but a considerable number of drinkers had already gathered, filling almost every seat.
Yue Wen sat down at the bar and sent Dong Mengyao a message. Before long, she came around from behind the counter and sat beside him. "It's so good to see you're all right."
Today, she wore a figure-hugging black long-sleeved top with a plunging V-neck and a vivid red miniskirt. Her skin was snowy white, making her quite eye-catching.
On her own turf, she was clearly much more at ease, her smile alluring in the warm light.
Yue Wen pushed over the box containing the Cloud-Wave Snow