"How should I address you, fellow Daoist?"
Xu Yi fixed his gaze on Uncle Yin as he asked, while withdrawing his thoughts.
Uncle Yin said, "My name is Yin Zhongmin..."
Before he could finish, Pang Qingyun, sprawled on the ground, rasped hoarsely, "A...gree...to him. No...matter...what, agree...to him..."
The pain was so excruciating it was as if every nerve in his body were being tortured with a thousand tiny cuts. He had always thought his nerves were tough enough, but his cultivation had gone smoothly at every turn. How could he possibly withstand this? At that moment, his will had completely crumbled.
Uncle Yin glanced at Bai Menghui. The latter pressed down on Pang Qingyun's neck, and Pang Qingyun promptly passed out without a sound.
"Let's talk over there."
Uncle Yin pointed toward Chunyang Restaurant on the left and went in first.
Xu Yi followed behind him, transmitting by voice, "Brother Bai, take Brother Pang and leave first."
"What!"
Bai Menghui blurted out, staring at Xu Yi in astonishment.
Xu Yi had already followed Uncle Yin into Chunyang Restaurant. The onlookers finally dispersed, reluctant to leave. They still wanted to see what would happen, but didn't dare follow them inside. After all, the identity of Empty Void Young Master had already spread throughout Ink City.
Even Elder Liu Changqing of the Council of Elders hadn't been given much face by Empty Void Young Master.
Who was Elder Liu Changqing? He was the head of the Council of Elders, the top figure in Ink City. A bunch of idlers who hadn't even managed to join any of the major Daoist grounds obviously couldn't afford to provoke Empty Void Young Master.
When Xu Yi and Uncle Yin entered Chunyang Restaurant, the Head Shopkeeper ushered them upstairs to the top floor with great enthusiasm.