After randomly walking around for a long ti, Jiang Wuhen and others were miserable beyond words. After what seed like a century, the foodie Ling Chuxi patted her stomach and said, “I’m hungry, let’s find a place to eat.” Jiang Wuhen and the others felt like they were hearing the voice of an angel. They were almost in tears and wanted to hug Ling Chuxi’s leg and call her ‘benefactor’.
They found a restaurant with good ambiance and ordered so of its signature dishes. Jiang Wuhen and the other n collapsed onto the chairs, and only ca back to life when the dishes were served. Ling Chuxi also started to eat, but as they were eating, Ling Chuxi noticed several familiar figures swaggering into the restaurant.
‘What?! Why are they here?’ Ling Chuxi’s eyes widened. She didn’t expect to see these people here.
“What’s the matter?” Seeing Ling Chuxi’s expression, Ling Yichen started to turn around.
“Nothing. Wrong person.” Ling Chuxi didn’t want to cause any trouble and lowered her head.
It was Gongxi Kuangdao and his underlings! They had said that they wanted to bathe each sect in blood, so was that why they were here? Ling Chuxi was completely dumbfounded.
Were these people really Gongxi Kuangdao and his gang? How did they get here from the other dinsion? Back then, they had passed through the seal beneath the White Jade Crystal Heart in the mine vein of the Golden Pill Sect, but this ti, they certainly had not co from the Golden Pill Sect. That ant that there were seals in other places, but how did they resolve those seals to co over?
Huangfu Qingjue had told her the secret of Gongxi Kuangdao’s martial arts, so she wasn’t too worried this ti. It would be better if he didn’t go to pick fights with those sects, or else he would end up dead.
Although Ling Chuxi thought this, she was still curious about their appearance in Da He City. This city belonged to the Flowing Clouds sect; was their appearance just a coincidence or were they here on purpose?
Ling Chuxi was particularly concerned about the issues of the Flowing Clouds Sect because of Ling Wushang. Hence, it was normal for her to be concerned about Gongxi Kuangdao’s presence here.
Gongxi Kuangdao and others glanced around casually after they entered, but they didn’t notice Ling Chuxi and others. They found a table and ordered good food and wine.
“By the way, Elder Su, do you have any extra gifts prepared?” Duan Feiyu wiped his mouth and asked Su Yizhi.
“Yes, Yanhua and Wuhen went to Wu Cang City and brought a lot of good things back. I was afraid we might have missed out so people, so I prepared so other gifts just in case,” Su Yizhi replied.
“That’s good. We’ll need to prepare two extra gifts for the Flowing Clouds Sect,” Duan Feiyu admitted.
“Oh?” Su Yizhi looked at Duan Feiyu in question.
“When we were buying things just now, I heard that tomorrow will be the 80th birthday of Senior Yue Qingjie of the Flowing Clouds Sect, and also the celebration for the birth of his son. It’s a double happiness and we’re just in ti, so we ought to prepare a gift out of courtesy.”
“Eightieth birthday and birth of his son?!” Lan Xinyu was shocked, and found the idea hilarious. She was drinking soup, and quickly turned her head aside as she laughed, spraying soup from her mouth. If she spat on the food, Ling Chuxi would probably kill her.
The food was fine, but Baili Han who was seated beside Lan Xinyu was not so lucky. His face was covered in vegetable soup, and a few bits of egg were stuck to his face. Baili Han silently took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe his face, then continued eating his food silently while Lan Xinyu gave an embarrassed laugh.
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