Li Chang'an has been staying at Fenghe Tower for the past two days and hasn't gone anywhere else.

All the powerful figures in Jiangnan knew that he lived in Fenghe Tower, but no one dared to go and find him.

Whether it's Buddhism or Yin-Yang philosophy, they subconsciously ignored this matter. But even if they didn't ignore it, there was nothing they could do. No one was confident that they could confront Li Chang'an directly.

It's unlikely they'd give up. They've planned for decades, and two generations have worked hard. How could they possibly abandon it so easily just because of one person?

A good gambler never thinks he will lose.

Even if they are facing death, they will not stop, but will go all out to gamble.

Buddhists gamble that if they succeed, they can also attain enlightenment and become immortals, and sit on equal footing with the Ming regent, watching the world's affairs change together.

Although they did not come to find Li Chang'an, they tacitly sent their subordinates to stay in Fenghe Tower to take turns observing Li Chang'an and his group.

Inside the lobby on the first floor, the restaurant was bustling with noise. Each table was occupied by three or five martial arts practitioners who were calling out to their friends and shouting, each trying to outdo the other in their loudest voices, as if afraid that no one would hear them.

Among these people, a blind female musician was playing a tune on the stage, while her maidservant carried a tray and moved through the crowd beside her.

Unfortunately, not many people in the martial arts world were willing to spend money to reward this master and servant pair.

The main problem was that the master and servant had cold expressions on their faces, making them look more like debt collectors than people asking for a reward.

The maid walked past the other tables but didn't receive any tips. She didn't care, since she and her senior sister didn't rely on this for a living; it was just a hobby.

After walking around, she finally went to the table in the far corner.

Looking at the white-robed man and the two old Taoist priests on the table, the maid paused, her expression becoming somewhat unnatural.

Taking a deep breath, the maid walked over and lifted the tray in her hand. Although she still didn't speak, her expression softened considerably, no longer appearing cold and aloof.

Li Chang'an was holding a bowl, eating while watching Wu Cheng wolf down his food, and he felt his appetite was greatly stimulated.

The way this guy eats is just like some mukbang streamers; ordinary-looking things taste like delicacies to him.

A large plate of white rice, mixed with some home-style dishes, all stirred together with the broth, and then shoveled into your mouth in big mouthfuls.

No matter what kind of food it was, once it reached Wu Cheng's mouth, it tasted almost like the finest delicacies.

Especially when he was eating, his satisfied expression made him look even more appetizing.

Li Chang'an was eating when he saw a maid come over asking for a reward. He took out a small gold ingot from his pocket and placed it on the tray.

"The piano music is nice, but it's not quite appropriate for the occasion. Have your young lady play something cheerful."

After hearing this, the maid looked at the gold on the tray, bowed, and turned to leave.

She held the gold beside the blind musician, muttered a few words, and then the music became much more cheerful.

"Ah, I'm a little full."

Li Chang'an finished all the food in his bowl, slumped in his chair, rubbed his stomach, and didn't want to move, feeling only a little sleepy.

I've eaten too much; I feel like I need to lie in bed to digest.

Seeing that Wu Cheng was still wolfing down his food, he said, "Wu Cheng, you might as well follow me from now on. If I don't have an appetite the other day, you can come over and perform eating. Just watching you eat makes me want to eat a few more bowls."

Wu Cheng paused for a moment upon hearing this. Although he did not know Li Chang'an's identity, judging from the fact that Yang Zhi, the governor of Jiangnan, had come to visit him that night, this official must be of extraordinary status.

So he put down the bowl in his hand, cupped his hands and said, "As long as you can give me justice, I, Wu, am willing to go through fire and water for you. If I have any complaints, may I die a horrible death."

"It's serious, it's serious."

Li Chang'an waved his hand: "Whether you're willing to come with me or not, I'll help you get justice."

Just as they were talking, two more monks entered through the door. They were wearing monks' robes and their eyes kept glancing at the other people in the restaurant.

"These two monks are unprofessional. Everyone else has seen them, but they don't dare to look in our direction."

Li Chang'an looked at the two monks and made a joke.

These days, a few monks have been coming to the restaurant from time to time. They come over, order some things, and then sit there for several hours. They don't talk or chat, they just sit there blankly. Anyone who isn't stupid can tell that something is wrong.

Today's monks were even less professional; everyone else in the restaurant sized them up but ignored them.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at them and said with a smile, "They are all experts from the Buddhist sect. They probably haven't done this kind of thing much before, so it's inevitable that it will seem a bit abrupt."

"That musician and maid are the same way. They treat other wandering knights with an air of superiority, but they only bow and scrape when they are with us."

"This is the hurdle that those so-called martial arts masters can't get over. They always feel that they are superior and different from ordinary people, and they look down on those people."

Zhang Zhiwei didn't think too much about it. He looked at the two monks and the blind female musician on the stage and asked, "Your Highness, should I take action and teach them a lesson?"

"Otherwise, they come over every day to keep an eye on us, like flies buzzing around."

Zhang Sanfeng rolled his eyes at him: "If they are flies, then what about us people? We're just dog shit."

Upon hearing this, Wu Cheng suddenly lost interest in the food in his bowl.

Li Chang'an smiled and then waved his hand: "Never mind, watch if you want. Anyway, I don't plan to bother them before their plan succeeds."

"Once their plan succeeds, we'll go over there and see if this so-called immortality is real or fake."