Mutual Harm

Zhao Huo wasn't stupid either.

After all, he was a Third Cycle Cultivator. Zhao Huo naturally knew how much cultivators could eat—calling all cultivators pigs would obviously be a personal attack, but calling them all bottomless pits was fairly reasonable.

So this time, Zhao Huo chose an upscale buffet restaurant, intending to teach the owner how to run a business properly. There were six or seven cultivators in their group. This was no longer a matter of whether they could eat their money's worth. In Zhao Huo's words: "Boss, have you prepared enough ingredients?"

However, to Zhao Huo and Ren Suo's surprise, everyone else had already arrived by the time they reached the private room.

That was only natural. After all, they had squeezed onto the subway during rush hour, and Zhao Huo, that beast, was rather large and difficult to cram in. The two of them had changed lines three times, and their waiting time had nearly matched their travel time.

"Xiao Jiu, didn't you say you were going to a birthday party tonight?" Ren Suo asked in surprise when he saw Xiao Jiu, dressed in her little formal school uniform, sitting inside with the black cat in her arms.

They had not brought Xiao Jiu along today because she had previously said in the group chat that she would be attending another classmate's birthday party that night.

This sort of thing was actually quite common. Xiao Jiu was the uncrowned queen of her elementary school. Whenever there was a major event, the principal and form teacher practically begged Xiao Jiu to go onstage. Her classmates took pride in saying, "I spoke three sentences to Xiao Jiu today." Being able to invite Xiao Jiu to a birthday party might even become one of their most precious elementary school memories.