Wang Wei suddenly craved food after not eating for so long, so he searched for a place to grab something. However, with the current chaos, most places were destroyed or closed. He searched for a few seconds before finding a small restaurant.
"You're open?"
The waiter suddenly fell to the ground. The last thing he expected was someone to appear in his room suddenly. Then, his face paled as he realized something: "Cultivator." He immediately stood up and kneeled on the ground: "Sir, please spare my life."
Wang Wei looked at this poor man and shook his head. The mortals in the upper dimension had a rough life. Although they can naturally live for over one thousand years, their lives are as fragile as paper in this world ruled by gods, demons, and higher dimension life forms.
"Get up," Wang Wei said, and a magical force picked up the waiter from the floor. "Is this your restaurant?"
"I…This…S…"
The waiter was incapable of forming a normal sentence, so Wang Wei waved his hand to release a golden light that immediately made his mind and spirit calm and at peace.
"Thank you, Lord," the waiter said. "And to answer your question, this is indeed my restaurant. No one wants to work in these dangerous times, so I had to do it myself."
"Aren't you afraid?" Wang Wei asked.
The waiter sighed deeply: "Of course I am. However, the money at home has run out, and I need to feed my family."
"I respect that." No matter how weak this man was, it was respectable that he put his life in trouble to feed his family. "What's your name?"
"Lord, my name is Hui Mengwei."
"Wei? It seems our name has the same character. In some way, this is a kind of fate," Wang Wei smiled. "Serve me your best dish, and if I'm happy, your fate will change from now on."
Hui Mengwei was shocked but was soon filled with excitement. No matter what this opportunity was, whether it was simply a monetary reward or a chance to walk the cultivation path, he knew his life would change for the better as long as he could please this lord.
'However, can I please this lord?' Hui Mengwei knew how high these cultivators' standards were, and his little restaurant was "small" even in its heyday. 'This is not the time to hesitate.' He rushed to the kitchen to prepare. Although he was the owner, Hui Mengwei was once a cook and learned from his father. After inheriting the restaurant, he was more hands-off, but he's the one who created most of the menu, so his cooking was decent — at least by mortal standards.
Wang Wei found an empty seat and started his work. A screen materialized before him, showing Wang Qi's frowning face less than ten seconds later. "What's wrong with you?"
"Sect master, you can't do this."
"What are you on about?" Wang Wei asked.
"I've said it before: my loyalty lies with the Madam. I will not accept or acknowledge anyone else."
Wang Wei looked at him in puzzlement before remembering something: "Bastard! Don't tarnish my name and reputation."
"Aren't you doing that by yourself?" Wang Qi sneered. "3 million years!" he roared. "I don't think you've spent so much time with the Madam."
"Bastard, I told you not to slander me," Wang Wei yelled back. "I was helping her remove Blood Dragon's Dao Imprint."
"Do you think I'm stupid? You spent so much time with such a beautiful woman that nothing happened between you two?"
"Your words are either insulting my integrity or revealing what kind of person you are," Wang Wei sneered. "So, which is it?"
Wang Qi was immediately embarrassed: "You really didn't do anything?" Wang Wei just looked at him with ferocious eyes. "Then, why did it take so long?"
"Do you think anyone can remove the Dao Imprint of a Paragon? The process would have taken yuan epochs if not for my cleverness."
Wang Qi paused as he remembered reading something similar in the records from the Fate Shadow Guard. He coughed in his fist before continuing: "I'm sorry about that. I just wanted to protect —"
"I've tolerated you enough," Wang Wei cut him off. "Once I return, I'll check your cultivation, and if I'm not satisfied, I'll punish you myself."
Wang Qi smiled wryly. "I understand." He sighed. 'It doesn't matter. As long as I can protect the madam's rights and future happiness, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little.'
"Sect Master, are you not returning immediately?"
"I planned to eat something, check on you before returning," Wang Wei said, his eyes still fierce. "However, after seeing your reaction, I think I should see her and report to prevent others from slandering my name."
Wang Qi coughed again: "Sect Master, that happened so long ago; why are you still focused on that? You're a great man, so show your broadmindedness and don't be so petty."
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