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Only then did Ren Xiang realize that the shredded potatoes in vinegar sauce at noon had contained no potatoes.
A profound sense of loss swept over him, and over everyone in the restaurant.
At this moment, Ren Xiang was in a secret base.
The things in this base were very crude.
It did not look at all like a place that had been set up to serve as a long-term stronghold.
Clearly, in their eyes, where they were did not matter. Safety did.
The imperial capital was the Shen Family's territory. If they stayed in one base for too long, they would have been surrounded and wiped out long ago.
At the center stood a huge martial arts platform, while the rest of the place was a scene formed by pipes.
It was like being in a sewer, with pipes crisscrossing everywhere.
Someone with more unusual tastes might have used this place as a base for modified racing cars.
Ren Xiang looked at the few young people in front of him.
Their eyes were filled with disdain.
Several middle-aged men were sizing him up as well.
He felt deeply humiliated by this.
"So you're Old Beggar's disciple?"
"Heh, Old Beggar's eye for people is really getting worse and worse."
Some of the more arrogant elders spoke in teasing tones.
Of course, perhaps they were merely joking, but to Ren Xiang's ears, it was no different from mockery.
His master was already dead, yet these people seemed not to know.
If they did know, then why would they say such things? It was so disrespectful to the dead.
However, Ren Xiang did not lose his temper.
His goal was simple. First, joining the Swallowing Heaven Alliance to deal with the Shen Family was inevitable.
Second, he