The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

But Li Dao didn't pay any attention to what the three were talking about. He felt that someone was coming, but he didn't have any intention of stopping.

There was no end to the path, and he could not slack off.

In the middle of the morning, Cheng Xiang came out and shouted, "It's time to eat."

Li Dao stopped. He practiced for a few hours every morning and for a few hours every afternoon.

As for the Sharp Blades Guild that he created, it was almost all under his care. Of course, this was also done intentionally by Li Dao.

After he left, there was nothing left for Xiang Xiang to eat. With Long Qi's help, he should be able to enjoy the rest of his life.

Seeing that Li Dao had stopped, Niu Sanguang stepped forward, snatched the basin and towel from the maid's hands, and brought them to Li Dao.

Li Dao used a towel to wipe off his sweat before he turned around and walked back into the house.

"Big Brother, I have something to discuss with you today," Niu Sanguang hurriedly said.

Li Dao didn't even turn around as he replied, "If there's anything you want to say, let's have a meal first. You guys come at me as well."

When Niu Sanguang heard this, he was overjoyed. He signaled his two little brothers with his eyes and quickly followed Li Dao.

The newly moved villa was very big, and the dining room appeared to be empty and quiet. The arrival of the three oxen had added a bit of popularity to the place.

There were many antiques in the room, all of them with orchids, fragrant like orchids.

Li Dao did not care about these things. It was just that this late autumn was not the time for orchids to be open.

A circular glass table appeared to be very large. It was filled with all kinds of rare and precious delicacies. There were people flying in the sky, running on the ground, and even swimming in the water.

In any case, Li Dao and Liuxiang were people who enjoyed themselves with money. They had hired a chef, because Liangxiang was only a low-class chef.

The reason why there were so many dishes cooked was not because of the arrival of Niu Sanguang and the other two. Instead, it was because of Li Dao and Liuxiang's ordinary lifestyle.

Because of his swordsmanship, Li Dao's appetite was higher than most people.

However, there was no inner strength and bright inner strength, so when it came to refining Qi, Li Dao's appetite was not that exaggerated. They usually had more than half of a table full of dishes.

This was also an extreme display of the disparity between the rich and the poor. Those with the ability to do so would have to spend a great deal of money and meat at a time like this, while also wasting a great deal of money. The incompetent person was hungry to the point where his face was yellow and his muscles were thin.

The two ox-brothers had never seen anything like this before. The fragrance of the food wafted into their nostrils, making them swallow their saliva forcefully.

However, since the host didn't move, they felt too embarrassed to do so. This was a tradition of the Chinese nation. Poor people often felt uneasy in the homes of wealthy people.

"Niu Sanguan, I heard that you've been enjoying your life recently?" Sheng Xiang sat on the edge of the table, a snow-white cigarette in his hand.

Niu Sanguang stood by the side with his two younger brothers. Before Li Dao took his seat, he would not dare to sit like Xiang Li. The Chinese people paid the most attention to the high and low. This was something that had been embedded into their bones for thousands of years.

Upon hearing a trace of dissatisfaction from Sheng Xiang, beads of sweat began to gather on Niu Sanguang's forehead. Compared to Li Dao's generosity, Sheng Xiang was much more harsh on the female lead. However, Niu Sanguang was the greediest one among Li Dao's lackeys.

"Sister-in-law, what are you saying? I, Sanguang, am now a big brother to you. How can I not be nourishing?" "If Big Brother and Sis are happy, then my life will be comfortable. If Big Brother and Sis aren't happy, then I won't be happy."