Confusion

The sun had already risen when Song Jia finally emerged from the Spirit Artifact.

Dressed in royal blue robes with silver dragon embroidery on its chest, she stepped out of her room.

Lu Ping, who was dressed in one of her many blue dresses, was on her way to Song Jia's room.

"Young Master.." She bowed.

"Ping, has Sun Xun and Wan Yan come yet?"

"No, Young Master. There have been no visitors."

"I see.. Maybe we'll see them at the restaurant.."

"Yes, Young Master...Also, would you like to have your meal?"

"Hmm? No, thank you.. Did you eat?

"Yes,Young Master.."

"And the others? Have they eaten?"

"Yes, they have, Young Master."

"Good. Where are they now?"

"They're in their courtyard, awaiting orders, Young Master."

Lu Ping didn't fuss about her mistress not eating her meal. For cultivators, the higher their rank is, the lesser they feel hungry.

"We'll go buy the rest of the equipment now. Tell the others to head to the restaurant first."