"Are you sure that isn't a mole?" Jie Jia stood three meters away, pinching his nose with one hand, his face full of disgust.
Chen Mu: "..." I washed my feet!
That old bastard was definitely jealous of me.
He took out several iron needles and jabbed them into the black spot on his sole.
Clink, clink, clink...
"See that?" Chen Mu looked up smugly. "Impervious to blades and spears! Soul Force!"
Jie Jia glanced at the embroidery needles in Chen Mu's hand.
"Impervious to blades and spears, huh?"
Chen Mu: "..."
Fan Chamber in South Market, the finest restaurant in Nanyang Prefecture.
It alone covered three mu of land. Seven or eight five-story buildings of wood and stone stood tall, linked by skybridges and covered corridors.
There were places to eat, places to stay, places to listen to music, places to gamble—everything for eating, drinking, and entertainment.
A branch of Fan Chamber, Four Directions Tower.
In a private room on the third floor, Chen Mu and Jie Jia sat at a square table by the window, drinking tea and chatting.
Through the window, they could clearly see the crowds flowing through South Market. Vendors' cries and customers' haggling blended into an unbroken clamor.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I came to see whether the food and wine at Four Directions Tower are really as delicious as the rumors say." Chen Mu leaned against the window and chuckled.
Jie Jia looked at Chen Mu suspiciously. "Could you have a Dao Bone?"
"I'm just an ordinary person. How could I have a Dao Bone?" Chen Mu rolled his eyes.
Though I did have a cheat.
"Could your parents be branch members of some fallen Noble Clan?" Jie Jia continued guessing.
An ordinary person? You cultivated Soul Force in