Yang Jing returned to his Cave Mansion in San Yuanli. For the past few days, he had been staying there to avoid being found.
His three apprentices were waiting for him. Chi Yu was already fast asleep, nestled in Iron Head's arms.
As demons, they had long lifespans. Two years had passed with almost no change in their appearance, though Chi Yu looked a little older.
"Master, this is the hangover soup Aunt Jingjing sent over."
Yinjiao said, pointing to the soup on the table.
Yang Jing nodded. He possessed a Pure Yang Body, making his physical form immune to all poisons, so a few jars of Spirit Wine could hardly get him drunk. Still, not wanting to let it go to waste, he picked up the bowl and drank it. Then, he took out several paper-wrapped packages from his Storage Bag.
Inside the packages was untouched Spiritual Food that he had packed up to bring back.
