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Within Qingling City, having decided to get in touch with the White Emperor, Mo Guanji was ready to take action.

First of all, he needed a jug of wine.

“I am now a member of the Demon Sect. As long as Lai Fu Restaurant’s waiter still recognises me, I can get a jug of wine from there, right?”

With such a freeloading mentality, Mo Guanji headed to Lai Fu Restaurant in Qingling City.

The waiter at Lai Fu Restaurant had not changed and was still the same one from before.

He was the same person who was quite shrewd and had taken care of Lin Chan.

When they first met Lin Chan, the waiter and Lin Chan had come to the backyard to serve food together.

At that time, Lu Xun recognized Lin Chan and wanted to leave her alone. The waiter, worried that Little Mute had upset Lu Xun, quickly explained several times, saying that she’s mute, had a weak physique, and was thus clumsy. He suggested that if Lu Xun had any orders, he could just relay them to him…

For a mortal, and one who relies on the Sect for survival, it takes a great deal of courage to say these words.

During the years that Lin Chan helped at the restaurant, the waiter had always sympathised with her and took good care of her.

So, after Lu Xun went back, he specifically mentioned it to the Outer Sect Deacon. As a result, the waiter has now become the manager of the Lai Fu Restaurant.

The Outer Sect Deacon is skilled in handling affairs. The waiter thought his promotion was natural and didn’t feel a false sense of prestige or importance, which is better this way.

Mo Guanji walked into the restaurant and said, “Waiter… Ah, you have already become the manager. Congratulations!”

From the information about him that popped up at that moment, Mo Guanji could tell that he was indeed promoted based on the manager’s clothing and overall appearance.

Mr. Wang, as a manager, had a deep impression of Mo Guanji and still remembered him. He quickly went up to greet him.

“Manager, may I have a jug of wine?” Mo Guanji asked after making some small talk.

“Please, choose whatever you like,” Mr. Wang laughed.

The Lai Fu Restaurant serves the Demon Sect after all, and it’s just a jug of wine.

“Alright, then I won’t stand on ceremony.” Mo Guanji boldly chose the most expensive jug of wine.

Although it was just a jug of wine, he could feel the special treatment brought about by the prestigious status of being a disciple of the Demon Sect!

And the thrill of freeloading!

As he was leaving, he noticed that Manager Wang seemed to have something to say but was hesitating, so he asked curiously, “Mr. Wang, is there something you want to tell me? Don’t hold back!”

Although Mr. Wang was no longer a waiter and had carved out a noteworthy position among the mortals of Qingling City, he still managed to squeeze out a long-lost and obsequious smile.

He asked cautiously, “I was wondering, how has Fairy… Fairy Lin been getting on?”

At this moment, he worried that it might be inappropriate to call Lin Chan by her name directly.

Normally, he should be happy for Lin Chan’s sudden advancement.

Initially, he was overjoyed, but when he thought of Lin Chan’s mute condition and her naive personality, he feared that she might find it difficult to cope.

After all, cultivators are precious in the eyes of mortals, but within a Sect full of cultivators, there most certainly exists a hierarchy.

Lin Chan’s grandfather used to be a cook in the restaurant. When Mr. Wang was new to the restaurant, Lin Chan’s grandfather took good care of him.

Although he never spoke about it with anyone, he believed that he owed the Lin family a debt of gratitude.

But now, whether Lin Chan was having a good life or not didn’t matter to him anymore. He was just a regular mortal. How could he possibly help her?

However, he still wanted to ask.

There were Demon Sect disciples who had visited the restaurant during this period. Every time, he wanted to ask but always hesitated – until he saw Mo Guanji, the man directly associated with Lin Chan’s master.

Mo Guanji was somewhat taken aback and didn’t react at first. After thinking for a while, he realized that Mr. Wang was asking about Lin Chan, the eldest sister-head disciple of the Purple Palace – his senior!

Although he had only arrived online recently and had not yet visited the Demon Sect, Lin Chan’s senior status in the Purple Palace gave her a certain prestige, and being a Purple Name NPC, there was no way for her to fail.

Therefore, Mo Guanji immediately said, “Since Sister Lin has Master Purple Palace as her teacher, she is different from us ordinary Demon Sect disciples.”

On hearing this, Mr. Wang sighed in relief and finally felt reassured.

The other helpers in the restaurant were stunned. The same young, capable, and composed manager had a boyish, innocent smile on his face?

Mo Guanji couldn’t believe that the game had reached such a state, where even an ordinary NPC possessed his own emotions?

He was a hardcore gaming addict who couldn’t extricate himself, seeing the gaming world as the real one, and playing games as his second life.

Therefore, he was very much enjoying this moment’s experience.

He also liked this kind of game.

A game with warmth.

Before leaving, Mo Guanji asked, “Boss, I don’t know your name yet.”

“My name is Wang Pan,” replied Mr. Wang Pan.

“I’m Mo Guanji,” Mo Guanji said.

In truth, he could know Mr. Wang’s name through detection, but he still wanted to ask because it was considered a formal introduction and acquaintance to ask.

He should let him say his name.

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Outside Qingling City, Lu Xun guided a paper crane to a small hillside outside the city.

Standing there, he could vaguely see groups of players scattered outside the city, holding wine jars and waiting for the appearance of the White Emperor.

But Lu Xun wasn’t in a hurry to go down; he still had something to do.

He walked to a small grave on the mountain, squatted down, and softly said, “You are Little Chan’s grandfather, and I’m her master. So, I’ll call you Uncle Lin.”

“Uncle Lin, Little Chan is doing very well in the Demon Sect, you don’t have to worry about her.”

“She’s exceptionally talented, and pure-hearted and kind; everyone likes her and looks after her.”

“However, precisely because Little Chan is so talented and this world has some problems, she might bear quite a lot of responsibilities and burdens.”

“But rest assured, I’m her master, so I will definitely help her carry them.”

“Originally, I should have brought her with me this time, but recently the continent has been a bit chaotic. Let some time pass and I’ll bring her down the mountain to see you.”

Saying this, he took out a jar of wine from his storage ring, saying, “Little Chan told me you loved flower carvings, so I brought a jar for you. This isn’t just anybody’s tribute, it’s an old brand I bought especially for you.”

As he poured the wine at a leisurely pace, he rattled on, his words seeming to wander with his thoughts.

“Oh right, Little Chan’s strange disease has been cured, and her body no longer hurts.”

“Hmm, she isn’t that thin anymore. I’ve managed to fatten her up.”

“The next time I bring her, you might not recognize her at first glance, haha!”

He patted the black knot tied to his belt, saying, “Look, this is what Little Chan gave me. That silly girl received a protective pendant from Elder Gui, and she thought to give it to me. But don’t worry, I didn’t accept it.”

Lu Xun raised his hand, not using the Dust Removal Technique, but lightly wiping away the dust on the tombstone.

Nevertheless, there doesn’t seem to be much dust, as though someone visited regularly to worship.

Lu Xun squatted there, chatting for just about an hour, before he stood up to say, “Uncle Lin, I should go now. I’ll bring Little Chan to see you in a few days.”

Only when he had moved some distance away did he fly off on the paper crane.

Now was mealtime, and from a high position, he could clearly see the rising smoke from stoves throughout Qingling City.

Observing the smoke from a high altitude gave him a unique feeling, making him feel very comfortable.

“The smoke and fire of the human world are most comforting to the hearts of mortals,” Lu Xun thought of this saying again.

Perhaps, it’s not only applicable to mortals.