Wasteland Essence: Shell Evolution!

After confirming that the membership card in Feng Long's hands could get him in touch with Wan Jingnian, Su Mo was in no hurry.

Compared with dry records, heroic tales embellished with a few stories were far more fascinating.

He quietly listened as Wan Jingnian, seated above them, bragged at length and recounted martial-arts tales that had happened in every corner of the Wasteland.

The two of them drank cup after cup of cooled tea.

Before they knew it, night had deepened.

More and more people returning from work began coming back to the old city, and bright lamps silently flickered to life one after another.

The aroma of food began to spread everywhere, mixed with the faint smell of sweat.

Although Bao Yu County was extremely poor compared with Sang Tian Town, it was far more vibrant with the breath of everyday life.

Sitting here felt just like returning to a small county town in the age of civilization that had been left behind by rapid economic development.

Peaceful and tranquil.

"Hey, it's time!" When the half-past-six bell rang, Wan Jingnian, disguised as Old Yu, picked up the striking wood and brought it down hard.

This had been the Ten Thousand Fish Teahouse's rule for many years. Once this time arrived in the evening, the teahouse's third floor closed for the night.

The entranced guests finally came to their senses. None dared disobey, and they all shouted as they rose and left.

After drinking a cup of free tea paid for by Feng Long and witnessing County Chief Su's extraordinary martial arts, they were exceptionally satisfied with what they had gained today.

On top of that, most of them were eager to get outside and brag to those who had not seen the recording.

Before long, only Su Mo