Yin Ming paused in drying his hair, a smile appearing on his face instead.

"Come here."

He waved to Long Cheng, and when the other man approached shyly, Yin Ming grabbed his ear and twisted it.

"Are you still being coy? Huh?!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Brother Ming, I was wrong! I was really wrong! You're not delicate at all. You're tall, strong, dashing, and imposing!"

Long Cheng begged for mercy repeatedly, looking miserable. Ming Ge's fierce appearance was a far cry from the chilling feeling he had given people just moments before.

It was all an illusion!

"Hmph, that's more like it." Yin Ming released his ear and finally calmed down a bit after hearing him change his tune.

This guy must be starving! How dare he call a 1.8-meter-tall man "delicate"? Doesn't he have any dignity?

Yin Ming quickly tidied himself up. Oh well, he'd better hurry up and go eat.

If we don't eat soon, who knows what shocking things this dragon might say next!

***

When the two arrived at the Divine Realm's dining hall, the busiest time had passed, and only a few disciples were still eating.

Long Cheng quickly brought over several plates filled with dishes. To make it easier to add more food, he always chose to sit in the spot closest to the dishes.

After preparing his own portion, Yin Ming habitually sat down in their usual spot. However, when Long Cheng turned around, he seemed to notice something. He flashed a bright smile and walked towards a corner of the cafeteria.

Yin Ming raised an eyebrow, turned his head and saw that he had already sat down in the corner. After thinking for a moment, he also picked up his plate and sat down next to him.

"What a coincidence, Junior Sister Chu Mu, you're here for dinner too."

Yin Ming's lips twitched. This opening line sounded so familiar. So, is this the only way Long Cheng greets people?

However, it seems that the only places one can run into Long Cheng are fixed locations like the canteen and inn, so what he said is not wrong.

The woman nodded politely and ate her food elegantly, even after Yin Ming sat down opposite her. She merely nodded slightly in acknowledgment and continued eating the food in front of her.

She's here! The second ice queen!

However, Liu Ying is the kind of aloof beauty who looks down on everything, while this Junior Sister Chu Mu is the kind of polite and distant, taciturn beauty.

I wonder how Long Cheng got to know a girl like that.

Also, why are all the girls around him like this? Does he have a natural ability to attract icebergs?

The three of them stopped talking and silently ate the rice in their bowls.

After the girl left, Yin Ming couldn't help but gossip a bit.

"Junior Sister Chu Mu?" Long Cheng swallowed the food in his mouth and smacked his lips.

"I came to the Divine Realm to play a few decades ago. I saw that she was always alone, so I played with her for a few days."

"She was so clingy when she was little, but now that she's grown up, she's not as cute as she used to be."

As if realizing he had misspoke, Long Cheng immediately corrected himself, "She's not cute anymore, she's beautiful, yes, that's right."

Yin Ming raised an eyebrow in surprise. This guy actually has a strong will to survive.

"Ming-ge, I'm full. Let's go back and rest."

Long Cheng stood up first, placed the twenty or so plates piled up in front of him at the designated recycling point, and the two of them walked back the way they came.

Yin Ming lived in the disciples' quarters, while Long Cheng stayed in a side room as a guest.

The two parted ways at the crossroads. Yin Ming, who rarely wanted to relax, chose a scenic path and strolled along, enjoying the evening breeze.

As Yin Ming passed by the main hall, he heard a murmur. It must have been the disciples on night watch who were bored and were chatting idly.

Yin Ming wasn't really one to eavesdrop, and was about to quietly slip away when he suddenly heard his own name. Curious, he moved closer and stopped at a distance the other person wouldn't notice.

"The new junior brother Yin is so handsome, and his cultivation is also very high. I've met him before, and he's a very gentle person."

"Yes, I wonder when I'll reach the eighth realm. I really want to experience the feeling of flying through the air."

"You? That's doubtful. After all, not everyone is as talented as Junior Brother Yin."

"Why do you keep calling him Junior Brother Yin? You haven't fallen for him, have you?"

"I just like him, so what? Is it shameful to like someone? Sigh, I wonder what kind of girl Junior Brother Yin likes. Do you think she might be my type?"

"Stop dreaming. Haven't you noticed the faint sadness in his expression? He's clearly lovesick. He probably already has someone he likes. You have no chance."

Yin Ming was listening with great interest to the story of someone having a crush on him when he was caught off guard by the last sentence, and his eyes widened in shock.

What nonsense are you talking about! How could he have someone in his heart? Does he really seem that melancholy usually?

Yin Ming seriously reflected on his usual state, and it seemed that he hadn't laughed happily in a long time.

He couldn't even remember the last time he had laughed heartily.

But that doesn't mean he has someone in his heart. There aren't that many happy things in this world. He's not like Long Cheng, that idiot, who's always laughing like a fool.

Yin Ming pursed his lips in frustration, then decided to ignore it.

***

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Milky Way shone brightly, stretching far and wide.

"Ming-ge! I just went to see Mother at Wangdu Beach. Guess what I brought back?"

Long Cheng excitedly stepped into Yin Ming's room, put his hands behind his back, and said mysteriously.

Yin Ming, who was about to lie down, glanced at him and sat up with a helpless expression.

"What?"

"Ta-da! It's amber!" Long Cheng handed the item to Yin Ming, whose eyes lit up immediately, and he stood up to take it.

Seeing the joy brimming in his eyes, Long Cheng smugly touched his nose. Only he, Long Cheng, could make Ming-ge happy.

Recalling the lively scene he had glimpsed while flying through the air, Long Cheng's heart stirred, and he tugged at Yin Ming's sleeve, saying:

"Ming-ge, I just saw that there seems to be some kind of temple fair in town. Shall we go check it out?"

Yin Ming glanced at him hesitantly, and Long Cheng, sensing an opportunity, immediately spurred him on, shaking his sleeve. "Go on, go on!"

"Alright then." Yin Ming couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he put the things in his hand into his spatial ring and walked out of the disciple's courtyard with Long Cheng.

It wasn't until he saw the various activities at the market, such as making Qixi Festival pastries and testing one's skill with needles, that Yin Ming realized it was Qixi Festival.

Yin Ming had previously thought that the cultivation world would have so many festivals, it was almost no different from the real world.

But if you think about it carefully, there are actually only a small percentage of people in this world who cultivate.

Although the remaining commoners lack talent, they still manage to live their lives well.

Therefore, just like all festivals that have emerged in the long river of modern history, the cultivation world will also develop its own festivals; this is inevitable.