Xia Ji was secretly startled. If even Fairy Yu’s senior sister was at the Golden Core stage, then what kind of cultivation level must their master possess?
At the very least, a Nascent Soul powerhouse!
At this thought, Xia Ji sighed with emotion. "I never would have expected that the little girl who once begged her way from the southern lands to the north, covered in poison boils, would one day become a Sword Cultivator."
After a brief pause, Xia Ji looked at Fang Chen. "Do you remember that day we got into a fight in the street, and afterward, I treated you to steamed buns? It was the last two wen I had on me. You were under strict discipline at home and didn't have any pocket money, so when little Yu just stared at you for a moment, you ended up giving her the buns."
"I remember. Why do you bring it up?" Fang Chen said with a smile.
"Those buns were truly delicious. I wonder when we’ll be able to go back and buy a few more from that shopkeeper," Xia Ji laughed.
Fang Chen paused, then nodded gently. "We can go back before long. If you can't make it, I’ll bring a couple back for you."
"It's a deal, then." Xia Ji nodded with a smile.
Leaving the Xuankong Temple, Fang Chen arrived at Lord Hu’s residence.
"Big Brother, you’ve been living quite well here all these years. I’ve heard that without some real leverage, it’s impossible to live in the inner city of the Daqa imperial capital. The spiritual power here is abundant; it really is a fine place," the middle-aged Daoist remark…
Chapter 161