Xu Zihai looked into those moist big eyes and found himself unable to say no. He handed a talisman to Yan Rui: "If you need anything, just call for me. I’ll be in the city and will come right away." Xu Zihai’s reassurance came from knowing about Tianmiao, a person Luo Yunfei had mentioned, who seemed to be a very powerful cultivator, already of Returning to the True kind. She harbored no ill intentions toward Yan Rui, but rather liked her. Let them go then. He had enough discernment to see this.
"Thank you, Senior Brother, I’ll be back before dark," Yan Rui said happily.
"Go ahead. Miss Tian, my junior sister is troubling you, thank you." Xu Zihai cupped his fists respectfully towards Tianmiao.
"No problem, little Yan Rui is very cute." Tianmiao smiled and then asked Yan Rui, "Come on, I’ll treat you to a meal. To thank you for your concern last time."
"That’s a small matter, it’s my treat, it’s my treat. My dad gave me quite a few Spirit Stones before I left home." Yan Rui patted the fragrant pouch at her waist, embroidered with a pattern of a chubby little pig, very cute. Inside the pouch was a small Storage Bag.
"Hahaha, my treat, my treat. How about you treat next time?" Tianmiao looked at Yan Rui’s pouch, guessing the little girl’s zodiac sign might be a pig, which is why her mother had embroidered such a pig pattern on it.
"Alright then. What shall we eat?" Yan Rui asked.
"Let’s go to the West Pole Inn. We’ll try everything they have there," Tianmiao said, "I hear they have a wide variety of ingredients, and the chefs’ skills are very good."
"Yes, yes," Yan Rui nodded happily.
Xu Zihai watched Yan Rui and Tianmiao walk away, standing in place for a while without moving.
The West Pole Inn in West Pole City, that’s not a place where ordinary cultivators can afford to eat!
Because the dishes there are not made from ordinary ingredients. Each ingredient is something that aids cultivators in their cultivation. Even their tea is a type of Spiritual Tea that calms the mind, and it’s quite expensive. All of West Pole Inn’s ingredients are hunted by their cultivators or are sold to them by other cultivators who hunted them, and handling these ingredients is not something ordinary people can do.
The chefs at West Pole Inn are all cultivators of no small cultivation; some have it as a hobby, some have chosen the path of culinary cultivation.
Such a place is not one that ordinary cultivators can afford. At least for him, a poor cultivator, it would be impossible to run there and try all the dishes without blinking. Xu Zihai touched his flat Storage Bag, almost shedding bitter tears.
Having money is really nice...
In a private room at West Pole Inn, Yan Rui looked at the full table of dishes, inhaled deeply, and exclaimed, "Wow, it smells so good! But, Sister Tian, there’s so much, can we finish it? It would be such a waste if we can’t."
"We won’t," Tianmiao smiled, "If you can’t finish, just pack it up and take it back to your senior brother."
"Ah, speaking of senior brother, I wonder how Senior Brother Luo is doing now." Yan Rui seemed both expectant and worried, "I hope everything goes well for him. By the way, Sister Tian, what about your junior brother?"
"The last one is my junior brother," Tianmiao smiled, "Alright, don’t think too much about it; they all have their own destiny. You’ll know once your senior brother comes out."
"Wow, the last one is Sister Tian’s junior brother?" Yan Rui exclaimed in awe.