Ignoring the attention everyone cast their way, the three grown men slung their arms over one another's shoulders and headed toward Mu Lan Pavilion's headquarters in Sword City. Seen from behind as they walked away, they resembled three steps, quite harmonious together. A gray-black shadow hopped between their shoulders, clamoring for wine and meat...
After everything from morning until night, Xi Yan and her grandmother could finally breathe a sigh of relief. They had never imagined that the man they had rescued was Chen Mu Fei's father. Fortunately, he was reasonable in his dealings; otherwise, there was no telling what would have become of the grandmother and granddaughter.
After walking for about an incense stick's worth of time, the three reached a street lined entirely with Mu Lan Pavilion's shops. On one side, separate stores sold medicinal pills, Soul Soldiers, talismans, cultivation methods, and other goods. The row of shops opposite specialized in purchasing all kinds of raw materials from the Northern Plains. Above the middle of the street floated the three great characters for "Mu Lan Pavilion," shining brightly day and night, visible even from the two neighboring streets.
"Brothers, isn't this a little too ostentatious...?"
Deep down, Mu Bai still believed in keeping a low profile, both in conduct and in business. Wouldn't such a grand display make people green with envy?
"It's nothing much. If I were in charge, those three great characters would be floating above all of Sword City."
Stifled throughout the journey, the Artifact Spirit Ancestor finally had someone to talk to, and he had to put his oar into every topic. But Xi Bazì and Sweet Potato Boy had such low cultivation that they could not see him.
"Brother Xiao Bai, just focus on cultivating and comprehending the Dao. Sweet Potato Boy and