Inside the private room, a middle-aged cultivator was leaning back, drinking heartily.
He had long known of An Jing’s arrival. A chair slid silently to a stop behind An Jing. An Jing shook his head with a smile, sat down, and allowed the chair to carry him to the table.
"Eat, eat," Ming Heguang urged. "Martial cultivation requires plenty of resources; don't let yourself go hungry."
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