The old commander’s cultivation was indeed very high.
Although he smoked, drank, danced at clubs, was entangled in love debts, often got dragged into becoming the village’s captured spouse, and even set up stalls at the foot of Qianfeng Spirit Mountain selling blessed souvenirs and figurines, his cultivation truly was impressive.
He could even, in an instant, sense a “time displacement” that theoretically should leave no trace in the real world, noticing that just now, Yu Sheng “had gone somewhere else.”
“Let me rest for a bit first,” Yu Sheng first glanced at Yuan Hao in surprise, then waved to the three Eirens’ stacked concerned gazes, “Go to the living room, and I’ll slowly tell you everything.”
“Oh, should we call back that silly fox and the C-shaped buckle?” The Eirens blinked their eyes. “Anyway, the silly fox just goes down the mountain to eat and eat…”
Yu Sheng shook his head. “No need. It’s a rare chance—let them roam.”
A moment later, Yu Sheng and Yuan Hao arrived at the living room.
The Eirens randomly picked spots and climbed onto the coffee table in front of Yu Sheng, the figurine spreading out a small cushion there.