The shopkeeper went upstairs and came back after a while, politely inviting Mo Hua to come up.
When Mo Hua saw An Xiaopang, An Xiaopang was drinking with a few flamboyantly dressed young men. On the table were various brightly colored, tantalizing Spirit Fruits, with maids fanning them, bringing gentle, fragrant breezes, and songstresses singing tunes that lingered in the air.
The room was cool and comfortable, without any of the oppressive heat of summer, and the screen even had ice-related Formation Patterns engraved on it to cool and ventilate the room.
Mo Hua thought of the Loose Cultivators who were struggling to do business in the sweltering heat on the streets to make a living and couldn't help but feel reflective.
They were all Cultivators in the Qi Refinement Realm, living in the same Tongxian City, yet it was as though they lived in two different worlds.
"Mo Hua, it's really you!"
