It was now evening.
Shadows had covered all the courtyards in the residential sector.
Yang Wei and Wu Fengtian were perched on weathered boulders, greedily slurping down noodles from wooden bowls.
There was even the savory aroma of the steaming broth in the air.
Yang Wei, finishing the last bundle of noodles, stretched his arms in satisfaction.
Wu Fengtian, glancing at Yang Wei, asked with a mouthful, "Senior Brother, is anything the matter? Are you alright?"
Yang Wei ignored the question and swished his wide sleeves dramatically and clasped his hands behind his back as he strolled back into his house.
His departing words for Yang Wei was straightforward.
"Feng, stand guard for me. I'm off to cultivate in the Dimensional Osmanthus World. I might be gone for a week, but that's probably just a day in this realm, if my calculations are correct, that is."
