"So it really was a caravan from the Zhuang Lineage?"
Li Yun was slightly taken aback. He withdrew his gaze and cautiously asked the stall owner, "Boss, what's the Zhuang Lineage's background? Are they that powerful? You seem afraid of them."
The owner's expression changed. He was just about to speak.
The Zhuang Lineage's caravan had already reached the bun stall and was about to pass in front of it.
The Xiantian Martial Artist leading the caravan suddenly reined in his horse.
His fierce, overbearing gaze swept toward the stall. "Hey, bun seller... Get me a few steamers of meat buns. Make it quick..."
"Ah, yes, right away..."
The owner dared not argue. He hurriedly packed three steaming baskets of buns in lotus leaves, then carried them over and handed them to the Xiantian Martial Artist with a bow and a smile.
The Xiantian Martial Artist took the buns. After a cold chuckle, he praised the owner: "Not bad. You know your place!"
Then he urged his horse onward.
He had no intention of paying.
The owner seemed to have forgotten about payment too. Still smiling, he watched the Zhuang Lineage's caravan go until it vanished beyond the town gate.
Only then did he look away and curse indignantly, "Pah... That Zhang Wukun again. Some fucking Xiantian Martial Artist he is. He's nothing but a bastard."
With that, he walked back toward Li Yun.
Seeing no one else around, he simply sat down.
"You saw that, didn't you?" he said quietly. "The Zhuang Lineage are no good. They bully men and women alike, throw their weight around in the markets, and every time they pass my stall, they take buns without paying."
"And you can't even object."
"Otherwise, you're likely to get a vicious beating."
"I wasn't the only one