These cultivators could certainly be noisy.
Wu Wang had stopped showing off and sat properly in his seat, inhaling Divine Power and drinking hot tea. He occasionally chatted with Ling Xiaolan and enjoyed the service of two burly men hammering his shoulders with small wooden mallets.
Lin Suqing and Immortal Mu had other tasks; they were wandering near the members of Heaven Fire Sect with the Crystal Ball Wu Wang had given them.
Ji Mo and Le Yao had already shown themselves at the base of Sun Demolition Sect. On Ji Mo's waist hung a purse embroidered with mandarin ducks. Walking among the crowd of Sun Demolition Sect, he could strike up a conversation with anyone he intended to talk to, regardless of their gender, age, or cultivation level. As expected of Ji Mo, his reputation as the "Immortal of Talk" was well deserved.
「Thus, after four hours.」
