Elyon stared at the open space, the High-tier qi arrays woven subtly into the very walls, and the elegant spirit formations that muffled sound from outside.
"...You're staying here?" he asked.
"Yes," Meng Bai said flatly. "And I still think the courtyard's a bit small."
Elyon's jaw twitched. "Do you have any idea how much this place costs per day?"
Daoist Chu chuckled. "About the monthly budget of a minor sect."
Lin Mu smirked. "It's fine. We're not exactly strapped for resources."
Elyon glanced at Lin Mu again, the image of the man calmly ripping open the void still fresh in his mind, and just shook his head in quiet disbelief. "You know, I've worked with some eccentric employers before, but I think this tops it. You pay double the fee, absorb Earth Flame like it's warm tea, and crash in palaces."
Ashy chirped from Meng Bai's shoulder with something that sounded suspiciously like, "And we eat golden rice too!"
