"about there."

After this thought crossed his mind, Liu Yu stood up and said calmly without looking at the two female cultivators who were helping the fun:

"Back off."

After saying that, he waved his hand casually, obviously making up his mind.

"As commanded."

"Senior, the slave family is resigning."

The two beautiful female cultivators had some regret flashing in their eyes, but they still had to obey the order and retreat.

In the private room, Liu Yu looked around, gave a few instructions to a dancer, told her to notify Zhang Ziping when she was done, and then left without hesitation.

"Squeak"

The door opened and closed, and he appeared in the attic corridor. The music and indescribable sounds in his ears disappeared in an instant.

The notification was mainly out of etiquette. There was no formation covering the compartment, so Zhang Ziping could notice his departure.

However, after going to a brothel together, both parties have achieved their goals, so they probably won't care about this.

After all, the purpose of coming here is to close the relationship between the two parties, not to come to Feixue Pavilion for entertainment.

"tread"

Thinking like this, Liu Yu walked down the stairs with a relaxed expression and left Feixue Pavilion in a low-key manner.

After relaxing this time, some of the depression caused by the long-term retreat was indeed effectively released.

As he blended into the flow of people on the street, he felt quite relaxed and walked slowly towards the temporary residence.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun will fade away, and twilight gradually covers the earth.

On the street, monks with indifferent faces walked in a hurry.

In the prosperous Shenjing City, the attitude of the monks towards each other is even more indifferent than in other places.

Looking around, the entire fairy city seems a bit cold and heartless, without a trace of warmth.

Under the prosperous surface, Qianting, sects, and aristocratic families occupy the upper echelons and monopolize most of the resources, making it difficult for casual cultivators and even small-power cultivators to breathe.

"Boom, boom, boom"

At Xu time, the melodious and loud bells rang, spreading to every corner of the prosperous fairy city.

But when most of the monks on the street heard this, their eyes did not waver at all, and their faces were full of habitual numbness and indifference.

There is no time to appreciate this beauty.

A considerable number of monks have lived here for tens to hundreds of years, or even longer, but they still seem out of place, as if they are just passers-by.

The magnificent buildings and the prosperous and powerful fairy city contrast with the cold and numb monks on the streets, but they create an extremely strong sense of separation for no reason!

"Although the fairy city is good, it is only the destination for a very small number of monks."

"To the Shenjing City, the vast majority of monks are just inconspicuous passers-by, ants who contribute to it."

"Why should we care about what ants think?"

Taking this scene into his eyes, Liu Yu shook his head slightly, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

Coming to the Central Territory alone without any foundation, isn't he just one of the thousands of ants in this highly cultivated city of God's Capital?
Chapter completed!