Long Street Teahouse!
Sure enough, after the waiter finished introducing the teas, Lin Bai said without the slightest hesitation, "All right, I'll have the Nine Phoenix Blood Tea."
"All right, four cups of Nine Phoenix Blood Tea. Please wait a moment." The waiter beamed as he answered.
"No!" Lin Bai called the waiter back and said with a smile, "Not three cups. Four."
The waiter froze for a moment, then looked at the table, where there were only three people. For a moment, he was at a loss.
But since Lin Bai had given the order, the waiter could only agree and go prepare the tea.
Qiao Mo was a little curious as well. "Senior Brother Saint Son, did you invite a friend too?"
Qin Yao frowned. "Could it be some courtesan from the Moon Palace?"
Lin Bai shook his head. Although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were exceptionally deep.
"You'll know when he arrives." Lin Bai did not explain further. "He's an important figure. You'd better be careful."
An important figure... Qiao Mo and Qin Yao immediately perked up, their expressions suddenly turning solemn.
Any martial artist whom Lin Bai regarded as an important figure was certainly no ordinary character in the Imperial Capital.
At the very least, the Saint Sons of the Five Great Families and Seven Sects—Chen Yule, Qian Hen, Yi Song, and the others—absolutely did not count as important figures in Lin Bai's eyes.
The tea table stood beside the street. A single lamp swayed along the dim, endless street, illuminating the table where Lin Bai and the other two sat.
It was deep into the night, and this alley lay in a remote area. Hardly anyone came here at night.
There was not a single person on the long street now.