Green Hill Journey (Part 2)

The tavern was not particularly high-class, and the few spiritual dishes looked unappetizing, but their taste was unexpectedly good.

One dish in particular, honey-roasted rock sheep leg, was sweet and fragrant, crisp on the outside and tender within, displaying the chef's exceptional skill.

Just as Wang Chen was eating with great relish, several broad, burly cultivators clad in fitted martial attire entered the tavern.

One look at their menacing manner was enough to tell that they had come with ill intent!

"Old Biao, what are you trying to do?"

The tavern owner, standing behind the counter, immediately stepped forward to block them. "Don't make trouble!"

Clearly, the owner knew him, and there was a hint of wariness in his eyes.

The leader was a high-level Purple Mansion cultivator with a face full of brawn. He snorted. "I'm not here to make trouble. I'm just looking for someone!"

"Come out!"

Following the low roar, a grimy-faced half-grown boy squeezed in through the doorway.

Old Biao swept his fierce gaze across everyone in the tavern and said, "Tiger Cub, which bastard bullied you just now?"

Without hesitation, the half-grown boy raised a hand and pointed at Wang Chen. "Him!"

Old Biao's gaze fell upon him almost at the same instant.

Wang Chen sighed inwardly.

He truly did not want to cause trouble, so he had let the boy off earlier, hoping to turn a big matter into a small one and a small matter into nothing.

Yet now they had come to settle the score afterward!

Many times, one truly could not be a good person, or people would climb onto your head and shit and piss all over you.

"This friend."

Old Biao rudely shoved aside the tavern owner standing in his way and strode up to Wang Chen. His bear-like