Fengjiu didn't know about these things. Even if she knew, she wouldn't care. After all, she was now concentrating on taking good care of her body, taking good care of her fetus, and practicing.
That night, she slept very well, and slept until dawn, then she called Leng Shuang in. After a simple wash, she came to the table and sat down, saying, "Just bring the breakfast here."
"Okay." Leng Shuang responded, turned around and went out to give instructions.
Although her meals were prepared by the kitchen staff, they were also told how to cook them and the ingredients to be added were all arranged by Fan Lin. When the food was brought to Feng Jiu, it was also checked by Leng Shuang. After all, she was worried that the people in the inn would do something.
Fengjiu didn't know that at this moment, the people from Lingxiao Immortal Sect came again. This time when they arrived at the inn, the leader was the middle-aged man in gray, and Zhou Chengxiong followed beside him.
"Where is our master? We have something to discuss with him." The man in gray said, looking at the men drinking tea inside. His eyes swept over them, wondering who was their master
However, seeing that these people were extremely outstanding in both appearance and temperament, and did not look like ordinary guards and attendants, but instead looked like young masters of aristocratic families, he could not help but feel a little confused.
"Are they the ones you're talking about?" These people didn't look like guards or attendants at all.
Zhou Chengxiong stepped forward and whispered, "Yes, these people should be our subordinates, but I have never seen their master, and I don't know who their master is. However, these people are very powerful, especially the one holding the fan."
These people are all outstanding and one can remember them all at a glance. However, if one were to say who impressed him the most among them, it would have to be the man holding the fan.
The battle card that bounced back last night made his hand hurt for most of the night, but, so what? Now that his master is here and Uncle Duan is here too, do they still dare to be so rampant
He said that the one holding the fan was very powerful. The middle-aged man couldn't help but look at him, and after a careful look, he couldn't see his strength.
The middle-aged man was about to walk in with his disciples, but two waiters came forward apologetically to stop them: "My fellow immortals, this inn has been booked by them, and they also said they don't want anyone to disturb them. You see..."
Seeing that he was stopped, the middle-aged man frowned slightly. He did not look at the waiter, but looked at Du Fan: "Where is the Lord? We came to visit sincerely, why do you treat guests like this?"
The voice that contained coercion was heard and spread around for a moment, and naturally reached the ears of Fengjiu who was having breakfast in the room upstairs.
Listening to the noise downstairs, Fengjiu wiped the corner of her mouth and asked, "What's going on downstairs?"
Hearing this, Leng Hua and Leng Shuang in the room looked at each other, and Leng Hua said, "Master, the people downstairs are from Lingxiao Xianzong. Last night they..."
Leng Hua briefly told her about how they wanted to enter the inn last night and almost got into a fight with Du Fan and the others, and then said, "Two more people came last night at midnight, and again early this morning. I think they are interested in the purple-gold spirit deer."