Chapter 750

It was clear that Syrf had put in real effort—at least she had tried hard.

She hadn’t even mentioned that earlier that morning, while preparing breakfast, she’d been scolded by the kitchen servants.

Li Chen glanced at the so-called “breakfast,” his eyebrows twitching faintly: “You two eat this every day?”

Syrf nodded silently, a flicker of grievance and helplessness passing through her amethyst eyes.

“Come on,” Li Chen said coolly, “I’ll take you out for something better.”

Syrf’s face lit up with joy, then clouded with worry: “My lord, it’s daytime now, and there are too many eyes outside. If we go out like this, won’t it expose your whereabouts? What if someone from the family—”

Before she could finish, Li Chen smiled faintly, a smile brimming with absolute confidence and calm.

He reached out and grasped Syrf’s wrist; the next moment, her vision blurred, the surroundings streaked past like flowing light, wind howling in her ears.

When she regained her composure and looked again, she was stunned to find herself standing outside the Whisperer Family’s castle, on the bustling streets of Silver Radiance City!

“We’re already out?” Syrf covered her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief.

No wonder—he was a Saint Realm cultivator; such effortless travel was nothing short of divine magic!

Li Chen had simply been unfamiliar with the terrain yesterday; after wandering the city last night, he now knew it well—getting out was easy.

And Li Chen was no pauper—he took Syrf straight to the most prestigious, most luxurious restaurant in Silver Radiance City: “Glass Dome.”

Those who dined here were either rich or noble; the attendant at the door, clad in a crisp uniform, instantly bowed deeply upon seeing Li Chen’s robe—plain yet clearly bearing the Church’s insignia—and ushered them in without a single question.

Yet when his gaze swept over Syrf beside Li Chen, a flicker of surprise and barely concealed disdain crossed his eyes.

Though the girl was breathtakingly beautiful and ethereal in bearing, she wore a faded, cheap linen dress—utterly out of place amid the gilded opulence.

Syrf’s beauty quickly drew the attention of many nobles inside the restaurant.

Their gazes brimmed with awe, greed, and a hunger to possess her, to cage her away.

But when their eyes fell upon Li Chen—his aura profound, clad in Church attire—all desire vanished instantly.

Even in Silver Radiance City, where faith was weak and races mixed, no one dared openly provoke a Church member.

For the Church, to uphold its supreme authority, routinely branded those who defied it as “heretics” and eradicated them with thunderous force.

In the Eternal Day Empire, being labeled a heretic was practically a death sentence.

To offend the entire Church over a woman? That was foolishness.

Li Chen ignored the myriad stares and sat down at a window table, picking up the gold-edged menu and ordering only the most expensive, finest signature dishes listed.

Syrf sat across from him, visibly uneasy.

She didn’t dare order—not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t recognize a single dish name, and the prices made her dizzy.