Qin Long was a fast worker and it did not take him long to lead Chen Feng’s team of three to a decent restaurant.

Chen Feng simply tossed out a handful of Magic crystals. Soon enough, the table was filled with dishes and drinks.

“Your tip.” Chen Feng also tossed two pieces of Magic crystals to their waiter.

“He he, Brother Chen, you are quite generous,” Tie Changkong said smilingly.

“It’s just a little bit of spirit stones. Come, let’s have a drink first. We’ve been spending the past few days getting cooped up to the extreme, after all.” Chen Feng smiled as he picked up a cup of wine.

“Come, a toast!”

Both Tie Changkong and Shangguan Yun raised their respective wine cups as well and they began drinking.

Chen Feng was once again reminded of the mysterious cyan-robed cultivator and the bowl of wine capable of increasing his cultivation by 100 years. Every time he recalled the incident, Chen Feng would feel puzzled. He did not understand why the other party would help him. He possessed neither a spectacular talent nor an amazing background. Although he was acquainted with a few figures in the world of cultivation, none of them were at that level.

To be able to increase...