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Ascension City.
Business at the tavern was good today. Two groups of drinkers had arrived one after another. Fan Dache, Wang Xinshui, and several other bachelors had barely sat down when Situ Longqiu, Luo Zhenyi, and several other women arrived.
Without even needing acting shopkeeper Zheng Dafeng to give them a look, Fan Dache and the others voluntarily gave up the last seats at the wine table for the latter group. They obediently went to squat by the roadside with their drinks, intending to hear stories from their Brother Dafeng about immortals fighting and beds walking.
Who would have thought Zheng Dafeng had already trotted over and taken a seat beside the wine table?
An old Golden Core sword cultivator sitting by the roadside let out a mournful sigh. This elderly old bachelor could nurse a bowl of wine for ages. Every time he listened to Zheng Dafeng's stories, at least half his bowl would still remain. After pricking up his ears and listening to the acting shopkeeper—
The old man would always end with his customary sigh. "Who would have thought that I, who have kept myself pure and upright all my life, brimming with righteous qi, would hear such things?"
After Zheng Dafeng sat down, though he had already taken the edge of the long bench, a female sword cultivator immediately rose and squeezed onto the bench with her two friends instead.
Zheng Dafeng silently lifted his backside and slid all the way down the long bench. Mm, warm. Before he had even drunk any wine, Brother Dafeng's heart was already warm and glowing.
Seeing this, the woman's willow brows shot upright. Yet when she thought that scolding him would be useless, perhaps even making him go further and say more improper nonsense, she raised her