"The taste is pretty good. Boss, you've got quite a way with food."
At a snack shop one kilometer from the Iron Sword Sect, Baili Qingfeng had just set down the bowl in his hands.
"Heh heh, you flatter me. I've been at this for decades. It's been passed down through three generations. I'm just glad you like it."
The boss beamed.
"Three generations? Impressive. Give it a little more time and it'll truly be a century-old establishment."
Baili Qingfeng said.
"Not to brag, but plenty of century-old establishments still can't compare with our family's."
The praise put the boss in an excellent mood, and his face was wreathed in smiles.
Baili Qingfeng nodded. "Your family's shop has been open here for so many years. You should know about the Iron Sword Sect, right? That sect doesn't even practice swordsmanship, so why is it called the Iron Sword Sect?"
"The Iron Sword Sect? Tsk, I really do know about that. I heard it from my father's generation. Back then, the founder of the Iron Sword Sect had no money. He dug an iron sword out of his own home, dressed it up as an antique, and sold it for tens of thousands. That gave him enough starting capital to buy the land and open a martial arts school. It gradually grew stronger, and he named it the Iron Sword Sect."
"I see."
Baili Qingfeng nodded, solving one of the mysteries in his heart.
After a night of traveling.
Baili Qingfeng returned to Xia at four in the morning.
The area around the railway station was still ablaze with lights. As for the other places, they were already pitch-black, quiet, and peaceful.
Baili Qingfeng looked around before approaching a taxi waiting outside the railway station for passengers.
The driver was