Ming Teng absolutely adored this contrast.

"Master, shall I be punished?"

Ming Teng trembled all over.

"I just think that the waiter is suspicious of our identities and I'm worried that he might report us to the authorities, which would affect Master's investigation of the artifact."

Because the imperial tombs were looted, the entire capital was under martial law, and access to villages near the capital was strictly restricted, requiring people to pass through multiple checkpoints to enter or leave.

The tomb raiders have not yet been found.

"I just implanted memories of knowing us for many years into his life to prevent the government officials from becoming suspicious."

Ming Teng spoke softly, observing Fu Yu's expression as he spoke.

He seemed afraid that Fu Yu would be angry, yet also hoped that Fu Yu would punish him severely.

Fu Yu took a sip of wine and said calmly, "This is the last time."

Ming Teng breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he was also a little disappointed.

I haven't been beaten by my master in a long time, and my skin is itching for a beating.

The two sat in the hotel from daytime until evening.

A place where people from all walks of life gather, where rumors and gossip are exceptionally readily available.

From the intimate details of an emperor's bedchamber to the chickens and ducks of a neighbor, everything can become a topic of conversation.

Sitting at the table next to the two were two men dressed in brown robes, whose demeanor resembled that of cultivators who had practiced immortality for many years.

Unfortunately, he was of mediocre talent and failed to find the right method for many years.

"How much longer are we supposed to stay in this godforsaken place?"

"Shh, the patriarch said that Qilin hasn't left yet. We must find Qilin before the authorities!"

"Heh, what good would it do even if we found it? Even if it's refined into a soul medicine, the patriarch wouldn't give us a single one!"

Fu Yu held the wine glass, his eyebrows slightly raised.