"We are closed!"
It was the same voice he had heard a few days ago, and again he was not greeted. Mel took his seat earlier and waited. The tall man stuck his head through the window in the kitchen wall, and after seeing him, the sound of plates and spoons started coming from inside.
"You've been gone for a few days. Or did you start eating elsewhere?"
The short woman laughed as she placed his breakfast food in front of Mel. The colder and more repulsive their tones were when they said we were closed, the warmer their demeanor after seeing him.
"There is something I am wondering about. If this place only serves Physical Cultivators, are you saying that we are closed first to anyone who enters?"
"There can be no such thing? If it's a Physical Cultivator walking through the door, we'll know right away!"
Mel's gaze changed; he was also a Physical Cultivator, they couldn't understand why he had come.