The one who greeted Xiao Chen.
Was the same waiter as last time.
Seeing that Xiao Chen looked just as he had before.
Still exuding such an astonishing, immortal air.
Untouched by dust.
The waiter, like everyone else.
Was utterly surprised.
As far as he knew.
The Myriad Dynasty War was incomparably brutal.
It concerned the honor of dynasties.
And the lives of tens of billions.
The vast majority of cultivators from the Ten Thousand Dynasties.
Would fight to the death!
Because their tavern was an official establishment dedicated to receiving Myriad Dynasty Prodigies.
The identity of every cultivator from the Ten Thousand Dynasties who came to eat or stay.
Was recorded in their register.
If he remembered correctly.
This white-robed youth before him came from an extremely weak dynasty.
A dynasty like that.
Was very likely to finish at the bottom of this Myriad Dynasty War.
Though he could hardly claim to understand the war's precise rules.
People came and went through the tavern.
And some inevitably discussed the rules.
He had overheard a little.
And vaguely sensed.
That once a dynasty finished at the bottom.
The consequences would be extremely grave.
This youth.
Bore his dynasty's rise and fall on his shoulders.
Held his people's lives in his hands.
Yet he was shirking here!
Showing up without lifting a finger!
Was he even human?
"I'll go after I eat. Let me order a few dishes." Xiao Chen smiled and reached for the menu in the waiter's hands.
"Sir, if you're ordering the same as last time, or just rice without any dishes, there's no need to look at the menu." The waiter hugged the menu tight and spoke coldly.
At this moment, his impression of Xiao Chen was utterly terrible.
Someone who disregarded even his own dynasty's survival.