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"Everyone, please come in," he said.
The backyard was neatly arranged with three rooms, all impeccably clean, and even the daily necessities were well-organized. Sang Qingxiao took a casual glance and found that nothing was lacking.
The man brought out the prepared food, a bowl of river seafood porridge filled with fish, clams, shrimp, and crab, made with particularly rich and high-quality ingredients, and it smelled delicious.
"Shopkeeper's excellent skills!" Sang Qingxiao exclaimed.
"I can only cook simple meals. I was worried that you would arrive late, so I prepared some food in advance. For the next few days, I won't be providing three meals a day," the shopkeeper replied.
Qi Xiaomian nodded. "I know; the shopkeeper had already informed my people. Today's meal is included in the bill."
"No need for that; consider it my treat," Sang Qingxiao said, then asked, "May I know your surname, Shopkeeper?"
"My surname is Yue."
This surname matched his refined demeanor.
Yue smiled but remained silent.
Sang Qingxiao continued, "I could smell the fragrance of wine from outside the tavern. I also brew wine myself, but your skills are truly unmatched. May I taste some now?"
Yue surprisingly declined. "Let's save it for another time. You all have traveled a long way; it's better to rest early tonight. Tomorrow, when you have more leisure time, we can enjoy it together."
Sang Qingxiao and Li Cu shared a room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Old Vine eagerly jumped out—he was a demon!
"Hmm, I sensed it," Sang Qingxiao said.
Li Cu looked surprised. "I didn't feel anything at all. Is he really a demon?"
Old Vine replied, "I've lived longer than you and have deeper cultivation; it's normal that you didn't notice."
Li Cu's expression turned serious. "Should we kill him?"
Sang Qingxiao was puzzled. "Why would we kill him?"
"Well, it's my first time seeing a demon with such deep cultivation. I'm a bit anxious but also excited. When it comes to action, I'll take the lead—no one should compete with me."
"I won't kill a good demon without knowing if he's good or bad yet; why are you so hasty?"
"Can I at least spar with him?"
"We'll see when the time comes."
Fortunately, I went to bed early the night before, but I was awakened early the next morning by the sound of a child's wailing.
Sitting up in bed, I casually opened the window beside me and looked outside. "Qi Xiaomian, what are you up to so early in the morning?"
Finally, I could find someone to complain to. "Yin Can is crying even more pitifully. He’s bullying me! He hit me! It’s so wrong for an adult to hit a child!"
Sang Qingxiao didn’t take just one side’s word for it and turned to Qi Xiaomian. "What about you? Do you want to defend yourself?"
"I taught him martial arts," Qi Xiaomian replied, casting a disdainful glance at Yin Can. "What kind of nonsense did the Ouyang Family teach? It’s not even worth mentioning Zhengquan Xiulei; it’s just a haphazard mix of external techniques. Aren’t you worried that the child might get possessed by fire? And that Inner Strength—his body’s circulation is even linked with the sword."
Sang Qingxiao raised a hand to stop his complaints. "Let’s not bring up this child’s past; it’s too pitiful. Just think of a solution. If it really doesn’t work, let him continue playing with fire."
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