Chapter 862: Epilogue Reflections

Epilogue Reflections

Epilogue Reflections

Under the soft light, delicate tableware cast a faint silver gleam upon the tablecloth.

The pendulum and the earrings sat beside the piano, playing together a piece of “Carmen.”

Li Banfeng adjusted his shirt and loosened his tie slightly, then spoke to the phonograph across the table: “Wife, what would you like to drink?”

The phonograph replied gently: “Today is your birthday, my lord. Whatever you wish to drink, your humble servant shall drink with you.”

Li Banfeng snapped his fingers at the waiter.

Banfeng Yi approached with a tray and menu, asking Li Banfeng: “What would you like?”

Li Banfeng examined the menu: white liquor, yellow liquor, aged liquor, foreign spirits—all were available.

After careful consideration, Li Banfeng made his choice: “One bottle of Soda Kiln’s soda, orange flavor, with two slices of newly cut White Falcon County lemon, one leaf of Bitter Cabbage Village’s bitter greens, a spoonful of Fragrant Courtyard’s strawberry jam, and a single cherry from Year-Desolate Plain—full sugar, seven parts ice, and plenty of bubbles.”

Banfeng Yi noted Li Banfeng’s order, then turned to the phonograph: “Honored lady, what would you like?”

The phonograph took the menu and said to Banfeng Yi: “I’ll have the same as my lord—one orange soda, with two cups of Little Face Shop’s motor oil.”

Banfeng Yi returned to the counter, prepared Li Banfeng’s soda, and found the foam insufficient.

“Huh~ Tch!” Banfeng Yi added more foam to Li Banfeng’s drink.

The family was dining; the glove set down the knife and picked up the fork: “Husband, you said you started some kind of Mad Cultivator—was that true or not?”

Li Banfeng smiled deeply: “Anything I say is true.”

The projector said: “But I think the two techniques Seventh Director described are pure fiction.”

Tang Dao struck the projector with a blade: “Don’t speak nonsense—those aren’t lies, they’re the Lord’s sincere imaginings!”

The Ninth Maiden poured herself a cup of wine from her wine gourd: “That makes five gates now open for business.”

Xiang Hongying sighed: “Five gates—I can’t even imagine it!”

The phonograph raised a paddle: “If you can’t imagine it, don’t imagine it! After dinner, go sit in the corner and reflect!”

Li Banfeng called out: “Abi, if you don’t eat soon, your food will get cold.”

“Hmph!” The Judging Brush rolled over and saw Lotus Blossom unfolding her petals.

“You’ve all eaten your fill, but I’m still hungry,” Lotus Blossom stroked Li Banfeng’s back, only to be coldly shoved aside.

“Your wife is right here—how dare you act so freely!”

Clang!

The Portable Dwelling shuddered.

“Everyone hold tight! Add coal, top up the water—we’re accelerating!”

Esteemed readers, hurry aboard! The second volume ends on Banfeng’s birthday—the new story begins at once.

Heartfelt thanks to all readers for accompanying Banfeng through Pulu Province.

Banfeng promises: the most thrilling tale awaits at the next stop.