Before long, Yang An returned to his residence.
Outside the main gate, the Corpse Slave Fugui and a few others stood guard, as still and unmoving as wooden posts.
Yang An was touched.
'He never thought he'd one day be moved by a few walking corpses.'
'At least these Corpse Slaves are far more normal than my fellow disciples. They're easy to get along with and obedient.'
He reached out and patted Fugui's shoulder. It was hard as a rock.
"Good work!"
"As a reward, go make me a meal."
Yang An pushed open the gate and returned to his room.
He had gone hungry quite a bit while rushing back with Senior Sister Wen Yin, so he needed to eat his fill before he'd have the energy to cultivate.
Soon, however, this would no longer be a concern. As long as he broke through to the Late Stage of the Fake Food Realm, he would be able to achieve Fasting.
While it didn't mean he could stop eating and drinking entirely, at least he wouldn't have to worry about going hungry.
