After resting for a short while longer, Yi Chen and his company slowly left the Eight Immortals Inn.
As they left, the atmosphere inside the entire inn relaxed, and a group of demonic cultivators and ghosts began to whisper among themselves again. The seductive Green Lady leaned against the door curtain watching Yi Chen's figure, licking her crimson lips, lost in thought.
Yi Chen walked side by side with Qian Yueru at the front, speaking in hushed tones, and all along the way, Qian Yueru's laughter was like flowers trembling in the breeze.
Cui Yu, following behind, couldn't help feeling upset.
"Taoist, why stir up unnecessary trouble?" Once they reached a secluded area, Cui Yu could no longer hold back and publicly questioned Yi Chen.
Shen Hui's gaze lingered on Cui Yu's face for a while but he said nothing, assuming the stance of an onlooker.
