The tanned fella felt a gaze and turned back to see Feiyun. He slightly raised his brows before smiling, revealing his white teeth.

Feiyun nodded and smiled back. Monk Zhi Zang noticed the connection and asked: “Who’s that young man?”

“A friend.” Feiyun replied.

The workers from the pavilion came over. Feiyun took out a spirit stone to buy some food and wine before asking for a place to stay.

A worker noticed how liberal the guy was with money and said that there were two rooms available. 

Too many heretics have come for the conference so they didn’t have anymore regardless of how much he paid.

For people at their cultivation level, staying one night on the street wasn’t a big deal at all. However, the heretics cared about face and reputation so they couldn’t just sleep outside.

“I will be...