"It really is quite a coincidence," Ye Feng said.

Bai Lan nodded and said, "However, I have important matters to attend to today, Mr. Feng. We shall meet again another day."

After saying that, Bai Lan turned and left.

Ye Feng glanced briefly at Bai Lan's slender figure before looking away.

Zhuo Er chuckled and said, "Mr. Feng, don't mind her. My senior sister is naturally aloof. Even when she sees my master, she doesn't talk much. The few words she just said to you are already quite a lot, enough to make the male disciples in the sect envious."

"Is that so? In that case, it's my honor," Night Wind joked.

Zhuo Er patted Ye Feng on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Feng, let's go to the Holy City for a delicious meal! My swordsmanship has improved today, and I've even broken through to the True Essence Realm. This is definitely a great event, and we can't let it go without a proper celebration!"

Zhuo Er extended a warm invitation, and Ye Feng naturally accepted.

Besides, it's only noon now, and it's still a long way from getting dark.

Night Wind readily agreed and left the Underworld Sect with Zhuo Er, arriving in the bustling streets of the Holy City.

"Ahead lies our Holy City's renowned Stormtavern. Stormtavern is most famous for its Stormtavern liquor, which is extremely strong, but I'm sure Mr. Feng will be able to appreciate its unique qualities!"

Zhuo Er laughed and said, then went to the Storm Restaurant with Ye Feng.

Because it was lunchtime, the Storm Restaurant was packed with diners, and the first-floor hall was almost full.

This may also be due to the fact that many tribes gathered outside the holy city to visit and sightsee.

Zhuo Er shouted, and a middle-aged man quickly came down from upstairs.

"Mr. Feng, this is Dorje, the manager of Storm Restaurant," Zhuoer introduced with a smile.

Dorjee glanced at Ye Feng curiously, then cupped his hands and asked, "Your Highness Zhuo'er, may I ask who this gentleman is...?"

"Our Netherworld Sect's master craftsman, Mr. Ye Fengfeng!" Zhuo Er said with a proud expression.

Dorje immediately smiled and said, "So it's Mr. Feng in person! I've heard so much about you!"

The night breeze seemed to want to laugh.

I've only been in the Holy City for a few days, and I've only been a member of the Underworld Sect for two or three days. How could I have such a big name?

Ye Feng was quite certain that this Dorje had never heard of him before, and that his words were merely flattery.

However, Ye Feng didn't point it out. Anyway, it wasn't a big deal, and there was no need to fuss over it and spoil the mood.

"Dorje, prepare a top-class private room for us!" Zhuoer said.

Dorjee smiled and nodded, "No problem, Your Highness, please wait a moment."

Dorjee ran quickly behind the counter, snatched a thick book from the counter maid, and began flipping through it rapidly.

Before long, Dorje's face showed deep embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Er asked.

Dorjee said awkwardly, "Your Highness, I am very sorry, all the private rooms in our establishment are already occupied."

"What? All the restaurants are full? How could this be? Dorje, your restaurant has always had good business, but this situation is just too outrageous!" Zhuoer said with dissatisfaction.

Dorje gave a wry smile: "Your Highness, you may not know this, but recently two or three hundred tribes have gathered near the Holy City and set up camp. As a result, many people from those tribes come to the Holy City to visit and sightsee every day, which is why our business has become so good..."

"Stop talking nonsense, take another look. I refuse to believe there isn't a single private room!"

Zhuo Er frowned and leaned closer to look at it himself.

A moment later, Zhuo Er pointed to the large notebook and said, "Isn't this No. 1 VIP room empty?"

Dorje said helplessly, "Your Highness, this private room is empty, but it has been booked by someone else."

"Who booked it?" Zhuo Er asked again.

“She is Miss Chisha Qing, the young chieftain of the Chisha tribe in our holy city,” Dorje explained.

"When will she arrive?" Zhuo'er asked again.

"I don't know about that. Miss Akasa said she would bring her friends over this morning, but they haven't arrived yet..."

Before Dorje could finish speaking, Zhuo'er interrupted him: "Then she probably won't be coming! In that case, her private room is just sitting empty anyway, so let us use it!"

"What if Miss Chisha investigates..." Dorje said with a mournful face.

Zhuo Er waved his hand without hesitation and said, "Then you can try to pin the blame on me. I will explain to her myself. You don't need to take responsibility!"

Since Zhuoer had already put it this way, Duoji stopped making excuses and immediately led Zhuoer and Yefeng upstairs to Room No. 1.

Zhuo Er, in a very extravagant manner, ordered a large table of delicacies and eight jugs of Storm Wine.

Zhuoer then chased Dorje away and drank and ate heartily with Yefeng.

Martial artists naturally have large appetites. This table full of food looks like a lot, but if Ye Feng and Zhuo Er really ate their fill, it might not be enough.

Before we knew it, an hour had passed, and most of the food on the table had been eaten.

"Mr. Feng, what do you think? Would you like to order some more dishes?" Zhuo Er asked.

Just as the night breeze was about to politely decline, a golden light suddenly appeared from afar.

Zhuo Er grabbed Jin Guang, his expression becoming somewhat subtle.

"Why would my master suddenly call me at this time? Mr. Feng, please wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhuo Er leaped out of the window and fled outside without waiting for Ye Feng's response.

The night breeze felt somewhat helpless.

Why is this Zhuoer so impulsive?

Never mind, I'll just wait for him here.

Night Wind then poured himself a drink and savored the spicy yet mellow Storm Wine.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Zhuo Er had not yet returned when a series of noisy footsteps and the angry voices of several women came from outside.

"I'd like to see who's taken our private room!"

"How dare you bully even our Red Sand Tribe!"

"Does my Red Sand Tribe really think we have no one left?!"

Immediately afterwards, the door to the private room was kicked open, and three young women stormed in aggressively.

The manager, Dorje, followed them meekly, keeping his head bowed low as if he dared not even breathe.

"You are Chi Sha Qing, the daughter of the Chi Sha tribe?" Ye Feng asked with a smile.

A woman in a fiery red dress strode over, hands on her hips, and demanded aggressively, "That's right, I am Chisha Qing! And who are you to dare occupy my private room! Didn't Dorje tell you that I reserved this room three days ago?!"