The light and shadows before Lin Su's eyes shifted, and he suddenly appeared inside a pavilion.
A beauty reclined sideways atop a brocade drum. Her figure was peerless in its grace; even someone like Lin Mouren, an old lecher who had seen every shade of beauty under heaven, rarely encountered such curves.
She was the inn's owner, You Sanniang.
"I have run this inn for twenty years. Though I have occasionally misjudged someone, losing to such a young man is a first!" You Sanniang smiled sweetly. "What kind of eye technique do you practice, Young Master?"
The moment she said this, she declared that everything Lin Su had said was true.
She had fully admitted it.
Lin Su smiled faintly. "Must it be an eye technique? On the Cultivation Way, eye techniques are hardly the only means of seeing through falsehood."
"There are many ways to shatter delusion on the Cultivation Path, that is true. But they should never appear in a youth of your age. Who are you?"
Lin Su said, "You need not probe into my background, and I will not reveal your secrets. So long as you tell me a few things, I can even pay to order every dish in your inn and eat them with an expression of utmost enjoyment."
You Sanniang's eyes became dreamy once more, and the corners of her lips curved quietly. "Speak. What do you wish to know?"
"The Burial Zone! I wish to enter the Burial Zone, but I know nothing of what lies within. I need you to tell me of its dangers. If you know Wudao Mountain, I can even buy this inn and give it back to you!"
"What you truly wish to enter is Wudao Mountain?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"A relative of mine was trapped in Wudao