Yao Ziyan was an Eminence, possessing the awakened bloodline of the Purple Heavenly Fox, granting her formidable strength.
However, the Azure Continent was vast and unpredictable.
There were always dangers lurking in the shadows—beings as powerful as the Phaseless Demon Monk she had faced before.
Even with her abilities, it was better to be cautious.
Hearing Luo Chuan's reminder, Yao Ziyan smiled.
"I know, Boss."
With that, she turned and left the Origin Mall, heading toward the Nine Stars Mountain Range.
Luo Chuan watched her silhouette disappear into the distance.
For a while, he stood there, an inexplicable sense of unease creeping into his thoughts.
Had he forgotten something?
Then, the last trace of Yao Ziyan's aura vanished completely.
Suddenly—
Luo Chuan's eyes widened in realization.
He remembered.
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She forgot to cook dinner!
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Of all things, how could he have overlooked such a critical issue?!
For a brief moment, Luo Chuan felt the urge to pound his chest in frustration.
But what could he do?
Yao Ziyan was already far away—he couldn't just call her back for dinner.
After thinking it over, he sighed and made a decision.
"Wind Immortal Tower it is."
Not just for tonight.
For the next few days, too.
Based on Yao Ziyan's words earlier, she was going to be away for a while.
As the largest restaurant in Nine Stars City, Wind Immortal Tower was always bustling during mealtime.
Luo Chuan walked toward the familiar establishment, a hint of resignation in his gaze.
"I really thought I'd never have to eat out again…"
"Guess I was wrong."
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Meanwhile, inside Wind Immortal Tower—
Its owner, Zuo Wanjin, had been at ease lately.
When Luo Chuan had stopped visiting, he'd spent several days anxiously wondering whether the food hadn't met his expectations.
If the esteemed guest had been displeased, it could spell trouble.
But since no word came from Ji Wuhui, the emperor himself, Zuo Wanjin eventually relaxed.
It wasn't Wind Immortal Tower's fault.
Everything was fine.
Or so he thought.
That evening, as Zuo Wanjin leisurely strolled through the restaurant, checking on business—
He froze mid-step.
Because at the entrance…
A very familiar figure had just arrived.
Zuo Wanjin swallowed hard, his thoughts spiraling into panic.
Why is he back?!
Before he could react, Luo Chuan's voice drifted over, calm as ever.
"Same spot as before. Just add a few more dishes."
At that moment, many patrons turned to look.
Their eyes flickered with intrigue and amusement.
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Who was Zuo Wanjin?
The owner of Wind Immortal Tower!
And Wind Immortal Tower wasn't just any establishment—it was imperial property!
This meant that Zuo Wanjin was, by extension, a figure of the royal court.
His influence in Nine Stars City was immense.
Among cultivators, his name carried weight.
If Zuo Wanjin walked past, most would respectfully bow and greet him as "Lord Zuo."
Few dared to offend him.
Even fewer would order him around.
And yet, here was some random nobody, speaking to him as if he were an ordinary waiter.
The customers whispered among themselves, exchanging amused glances.
"This guy must be new here."
"Does he even know who Zuo Wanjin is?"
"He's asking for trouble."
In their eyes, Luo Chuan was just an ordinary man.
There was no aura of cultivation around him, no sign of power.
At most, he gave off an odd, indescribable feeling… but that was it.
Most had already forgotten him.
It had been too long since Luo Chuan last visited Wind Immortal Tower.
Time had erased their memories of who he was—
And what he had done.
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But Zuo Wanjin hadn't forgotten.
Not even for a second.
Unlike the clueless spectators, he knew exactly who Luo Chuan was.
And that was precisely why he was terrified.
A bead of sweat formed on his forehead.
Luo Chuan's return was nothing short of a nightmare.
Still, he forced himself to smile, his voice trembling slightly.
"Y-Yes, of course! Right this way!"
His response stunned the onlookers.
His posture was almost too deferential, his tone bordering on submissive.
Zuo Wanjin—an esteemed figure of Nine Stars City—
Bowing to serve this unknown man?
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The lively atmosphere in the restaurant shifted.
More than a few customers exchanged uncertain glances.
Something wasn't right.
Who, exactly, was this person?
And why did Zuo Wanjin, of all people, treat him with such fearful respect?