Luo Fan had no idea that, in a distant underground palace, five Eighth Tier Weirds were discussing how to deal with him.
All he knew was that life in the Holy City's Upper Ring was truly comfortable.
When he returned to his residence that afternoon, An Xiaoran was still reading in the courtyard.
Mo Yuling and Ai Si had each returned to their rooms, leaving the courtyard quiet.
Luo Fan sat beneath the osmanthus tree for a while, sunlight filtering through its leaves in dappled patches.
A warm breeze blew past, carrying the fragrance of flowers.
He leaned back in his chair and felt dazed for a moment.
This life was so much like life before the Apocalypse.
No, it was even more comfortable.
Before the Apocalypse, there had still been work pressure, mortgage payments, and car loans.
Here, there was nothing to worry about.
Food and clothing were plentiful, safety was assured, and even the air was clean.
Luo Fan narrowed his eyes, looking up at the osmanthus tree overhead.
In a few more months, the osmanthus would bloom.
Then the whole courtyard would be filled with its sweet fragrance. Sitting beneath the tree drinking tea should be very comfortable.
But he had not forgotten why he had come to the Holy City.
Innate Yang Steel.
He glanced at the Money Rat dozing on a branch.
The little creature had nodded and then shaken its head during the day. Who knew whether it could actually find it?
Hopefully, it would be more reliable tonight.
Dinner was lavish.
Mo Yuling cooked several dishes.
All the ingredients had been delivered from the Lower Ring and Middle Ring: fresh vegetables, freshly butchered Fierce Beast Meat, and fruit wine brewed by someone or other.
An Xiaoran ate quite a lot. Mo Yuling