Wu Changkong pushed the door open and walked in, the wind chime above it letting out a crisp jingle.
He entered the little shop first, with Tang Wulin following close behind. His gaze swept over the packed dining hall, and with a slight twitch of his nose, he caught the fragrant aroma rushing toward him.
The scent was like a fishhook, instantly yanking the hunger in his stomach awake.
"It smells so good!" Tang Wulin took a deep breath. Delicious—it was truly far too delicious. This was the first time he had ever smelled grilled fish this fragrant.
"Of course. It is said that the recipe for this grilled fish was passed down by Huo Yuhao, the first Tower Master of the Spirit Pagoda. Back then, he used this very grilled fish skill to pursue the Dragon Butterfly Douluo and make her his lover," Wu Changkong said calmly.
A trace of longing appeared in Tang Wulin's eyes. "So even those legendary great figures loved to eat!"
The cold-faced man's facial muscles twitched almost imperceptibly. "Find a seat first!"
Tang Wulin's gaze passed through the stream of people and immediately caught the table in the corner.
"It's them!" he muttered, his footsteps unconsciously slowing by half a beat.
Following his line of sight, Wu Changkong also saw Li Jinsheng and the other two. He had investigated Guang Biao afterward and discovered that Guang Biao had vanished the day after Guang Long's accident. No one knew where he had gone.
Meanwhile, Guang Long's condition had worsened by the day. He had already been beaten to the point where he could not take care of himself, and later, he was diagnosed with a rare terminal illness. It was truly misery upon misery.
Yet no one pitied Guang Long. He had simply offended too