Chapter 615: Come To My Peace Resthouse (2/2)
When Mo Wuji and Han Long returned to the Cape of Peace, they didn’t really cause a big stir. There were some people who didn’t even recognise him.
Even though the other experts had already gone, there was still a Zhuo Pingan. During the first time, Zhuo Pingan had ignored Mo Wuji, allowing Mo Wuji to come and leave from his territory. He definitely wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen again.
So the moment Mo Wuji returned to the Cape of Peace, Zhuo Pingan immediately knew about it.
”Let’s go the Peace Hotel first. I still have some friends in Peace Hotel, so before leaving with you, I would need to bid my farewells.” Han Long said as they stepped onto the pier of the Cape of Peace.
Mo Wuji was also about to say that he intended to bid his farewells to Gai Guangyi and co. too, when a gentle voice rang beside his ear, ”Pill Master Mo, I am Zhuo Pingan. If Pill Master Mo doesn’t have anything to do, come to my Peace Resthouse for a talk.”
”What’s the matter?” Han Long hurriedly asked when she saw the disoriented expression on Mo Wuji’s face.
Mo Wuji said helplessly, ”Zhuo Pingan invited me to Peace Resthouse for a talk.”
Zhuo Pingan didn’t use the word ‘invite’; he was very forceful in asking Mo Wuji to go over.
”Ah….” Han Long exclaimed. Thereafter, she immediately transmited a message to Mo Wuji, ”Wuji, you definitely can’t directly address him as Zhuo Pingan. You must call him Grand Emperor Pingan, or Senior Pingan.”
Mo Wuji smiled slightly; it wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to call Zhuo Pingan as Grand Emperor Pingan or Senior Pingan. But he was intending to have a trade with Zhuo Pingan. If he addressed Zhuo Pingan as a senior, then they wouldn’t be on equal terms during the trade.
”I will follow you over.” Han Long didn’t even wait for Mo Wuji to reply as she hurriedly added.
”There’s no hurry. I will first go to Peace Hotel to greet a few friends before heading to Peace Resthouse. After going to Peace Resthouse, I will be leaving the Cape of Peace,” Mo Wuji said calmly.
Han Long was speechless but since Mo Wuji said that he wanted to see his friend first, there was nothing else she could say.
When Mo Wuji and Han Long returned to Peace Hotel, they discovered that Gao Guangyi and co. had already left Peace Hotel a few months ago. They also seemed to have gone to the Great Desolate Sea Domain.
Mo Wuji could only leave a message behind and entrust the attendant at Peace Hotel to pass it to Gai Guangyi and co.
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At the same time, on the highest floor of Peace Resthouse, a pale looking youth smiled in disdain, then he muttered to himself, ”Zhuo Pingan, keke, how many years had it been since a junior dared to call me like that? Leave the Cape of Peace? Probably in your next life.”
In his eyes, now that Mo Wuji was here, Mo Wuji would have to concoct pills for him. Leave? This Mo Wuji must be dreaming.
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”Han Long, this place is much richer in immortal spiritual energy than your Peace Hotel,” Mo Wuji sighed as the two of them arrived at the entrance of Peace Resthouse.
He was already familiar with Han Long, so the way that he talked to her had also become more casual.
Han Long laughed self-deprecatingly, ”That Peace Hotel isn’t mine. I’m only a worker there.”
”Pill Master Mo has arrived?” An attendant welcomed them with a face full of smiles. As for Han Long, this attendant directly ignored her.
”Yes, that’s me.” Mo Wuji nodded.
The attendant hurriedly said, Pill Master Mo, please follow me.”
Mo Wuji gestured to Han Long and the two brought Da Huang and Shuai Guo into Peace Resthouse. There was an expert like Zhuo Pingan inside, so if Da Huang wasn’t by his side, Mo Wuji really wouldn’t dare to enter.
The attendant directly brought Mo Wuji to the entrance of the fifth floor and said, ”Pill Master Mo, please enter. I will be taking my leave now.”
Thereafter, Mo Wuji, Han Long and Da Huang entered and arrived in a huge room.
There was only a pale youth sitting in the room. In front of him, there was a cup of immortal tea, and by the tea set, there was a folding fan.
This youth’s skin was truly too white; Mo Wuji could not help but notice it.
And this room was also too empty. Besides the tea set and the chair that the youth was sitting on, there was nothing else. There weren’t even any chairs for Mo Wuji and Han Long to sit on.