Chapter 0384 – A Paper Pact – Absolute Return

The two continued, heading forward.

They walked all the way to the, Windrush Tavern, without, saying another word.

At this time, Chef Wang was, savoring, the dishes made by Zhao Chunpei.

He had originally thought that the food in this tavern would not be too good.

However, he realized that he was wrong.

The food here, although it looks, ordinary, has a, unique flavor.

“This soup, how is it made?” Chef Wang asked.

“It’s boiled with pig bones, and then, added some, secret spices.” Zhao Chunpei said.

“Can you tell me what the spices are?” Chef Wang asked.

“I’m sorry, this is, my secret recipe, I can’t pass it on.” Zhao Chunpei said.

“That’s okay.” Chef Wang said.

He took a sip of the soup, then, closing his eyes, savored it.

“This soup, the more you drink it, the more flavorful it gets.” Chef Wang said.

“You flatter me.” Zhao Chunpei said modestly.

“Try again, this dish.” Chef Wang pointed, at a dish on the table, and said.

“This is, Bishop, the favorite dish.” Zhao Chunpei said.

Chef Wang took a taste, then, nodding, said, “Not bad, this dish, too.”

“I’ll give it to you, pack some and take it back.” Zhao Chunpei said.

“Really? That’s really, really nice of you.” Chef Wang said.

“I’ve been, since I was a kid, very talented at cooking. My sense of taste, too, is very sensitive. You know what? Cooking, like martial arts, requires talent.” Zhao Chunpei said.

,!

“Next time, I’ll bring a few, of the chefs from the teachings, over, so that they, too, can taste, your handiwork.” Chef Wang said.

“You flatter me.” Zhao Chunpei said modestly.

In his heart, he was happy.

Just as he was getting carried away, he suddenly saw that Jian Wuji and Jian Wuyang, were standing in the doorway, looking at him.

“Young Sect Master, Grand Duke, when did you come?” Zhao Chunpei asked in a hurry.

“This is, from our sect, Chef Wang, who came here, to check out, the venue for the talks.” Jian Wu Ji said.

“Chef Wang?” Zhao Chunpei froze for a moment and asked, “Which Chef Wang?”

“That is, of the Sect Master’s Grand Hall, the chief chef, Chef Wang.” Jian Wuji said.

Zhao Chunpei was, at once, dumbstruck.

He was surprisingly, in front of Chef Wang, classy!

“I’m so, so stupid!”

He couldn’t wait, to find a crack in the ground.

“I’m actually, in front of the Sword God, juggling swords!”

Chef Wang shook his head and said, “Sometimes, a wooden stick, more than a sword, is sharper.”

He didn’t realize that this unassuming tavern was, in fact, hiding, a, culinary master.

He had, before, thought that when Jian Wuji said that the food here was delicious, he was just, comforting him.

“Between me and food, there is a kind of, special bond.” Chef Wang said to Jian Wuji.

“I’m sure your bond with this tavern must, also, have something to do with the food, here.”

Zhao Chunpei got, Chef Wang’s approval, which made him feel, incredibly honored.

“I’m full, I’ll go first.” Chef Wang said.

“Chef Wang, take your time.” Zhao Chunpei said respectfully.

When Chef Wang left, he took Zhao Chunpei’s packed, food, with him.

This made Zhao Chunpei, touched.

“Young Sect Master, Grand Duke, please go upstairs.” Zhao Chunpei said.

“Let’s go to the second floor, where, we can see, the scenery outside.” Jian Wuji said.

“Brother, you sit here, here, the view is better.” Jian Wuji said.

He gave the best position to Jian Wuyang.

“Anyway, the position of Sect Leader, I’m, not going to have a chance, so let you, take a seat, in this position.” Jian Wuji said with a smile.

“You brat, don’t be there, talking smack.” Jian Wuyang said.

“Brother. This position, to me, is just as important as the position of Sect Leader.” In his heart, Jian Wuji said.

From the conference room, Qin Xiajun walked out.

Qin Xia Ling was, waiting for him outside.

“What, it’s taking so long?” Qin Xiaoling asked.

“They are, well, arguing.” Qin Xiajun said.

“Argue about what?” Qin Xiaoling asked.

“They’re arguing about how many people to bring, to the Heavenly Demon God Sect.” Qin Xiajun said.

“They want to, like, bring more people?” Qin Xiaoling asked.

Qin Xiajun shook his head and said, “They want to, bring fewer people with them.”

Qin Xia Ling couldn’t help it and laughed out.

They were worried that if they brought too many people, they would be considered, by the Devil’s Cult, to be, demonstrating.

“They really, really think too much.” Qin Xiaoling said.

“It’s, like, a big deal for them.” Qin Xiajun said.

“By the way, what did you come to see me about?”

“I realized that I wasn’t on the list for the talks.” Qin Xiaoling said.

“I know.” Qin Xiajun said.

“Why?” Qin Xiaoling asked.

“The two of us, we can’t, both go.” Qin Xiajun said.

Qin Xialing froze for a moment and asked, “Are you saying that if, an accident occurs, the two of us, at least, one of us, must come back alive?”

Qin Xiajun nodded.

“You go ahead, I’ll talk to Grandpa.” Qin Xiajun said.

He knew that Qin Xiaoling, very much, wanted to, to go to the Heavenly Demon God Sect.

“Brother, you’re so, so good.” Qin Xia Ling said.

“Go ahead and, convince Grandpa. If, you can’t convince him, I’ll have to, stay.” Qin Xiajun said.

He turned, and walked into the conference room.

Qin Xia Ling looked at her brother’s back, smiled, and then, looked up, at the blue sky outside the window.

In the sky, there were a few, white clouds.

Time, it goes by so fast.

Before departing, Bai Zijiang had been in, in his own practice room, closed-door cultivation.

Ever since, the date of the talks, was set, he had been, shutting himself up in, the practice room, as if, going to war.

Today, he is still, practicing martial arts against an, iron man.

In his eyes, that iron man, was Jian Wuchen.

Jian Wu Chen still looked at him with, that, arrogant look.

“Allies, it’s time.”

A voice, from the door.

“Come in.” Bai Zijiang said.

Bithan walked into the practice room.

“Do you see, that man?” Bai Zijiang asked, pointing at, the iron man.

Bisian looked at the iron man, and in his mind, the figure of Jian Wuji appeared.

“Who did you see?” Bithan asked.

“I saw it, the Demon Cult Master. He is still, ten years ago, the same. Ever since, the three-way talks, were finalized, he has been, standing there, looking at me.” Bai Zijiang said.

Bithian looked at the Iron Man and asked, “Did you, kill him?”

Bai Zijiang was silent for a moment, then, said, “No.”

Bithan appreciated, Bai Zijiang’s honesty.

He wouldn’t lie to, to save face.

“The reason why I would, promise, to go to the Heavenly Demon God Sect is because, in my heart, I have never been able to let go of him.” Bai Zijiang said.

“This meeting, I will let him, know, what I am made of.”

In Bai Zijiang’s eyes, there was a flash of, uneasiness.

“What if he’s, like, more powerful than I thought?”

Bithian had never seen, Bai Zijiang, so honest.

Was it Sword Wuji, or Sword Wuduan, who had changed Bai Zijiang?

“If that is the case, you will be able to, understand my feelings. My opponent, has been, getting stronger and stronger, while I, can only, watch, as he gets stronger and stronger.” Bithian said.

Bai Zijiang laughed and said, “You kid, less there, talking smack.”

Bisan saw that, Bai Zijiang smiled, and his mood, too, followed, and got better.

He felt that the distance between himself and Bai Zijiang had been brought a little closer.

Just then, a few maids, with clothes, walked in.

That is, the clothes that the Lord of the Righteous Alliance, wears when attending formal occasions.

However, Bai Zijiang, however, waved his hand, and told them to, take the clothes, away.

He remembered, the first time, when he joined the righteous path, he wore that, black dress.

He changed into, the, black suit.

The dress, which suited him well, made him look, more majestic, more dominant.

“Let’s go, to the Heavenly Demon God Sect.”

Love the absolute return.