Inside the guesthouse.
Zhou Qing slowly opened his eyes, his face still bearing traces of dried tears.
He raised his hand to gently wipe them away, and then frowned at the door—it seemed there was a knocking outside.
He first glanced at the sleeping Little Yaoyao to ensure the room's restriction was intact, then put on a mask and stood up to open the door.
A young servant stood outside, his face beaming with smiles: "Honored guest, I have found the wet nurses you asked for, they are downstairs."
"There are five in total, all according to your specifications—beautiful, buxom, and at least Golden Core Realm in cultivation!"
Zhou Qing casually tossed him a mid-grade spirit stone and said blandly, "Let them in."
The servant managed to catch the spirit stone hurriedly, his grin widening: "Alright! Please wait a moment!"
With that, he hurried away.
Soon, five female cultivators were ushered in by the innkeeper's assistant.
