Please, Sage, Come in Person

Chen Yan left the restaurant.

That left Li Haowen alone, sitting in the largest restaurant at Beiguan Sect's ferry crossing.

After watching him from the side for a while, the server who had originally waited on him finally couldn't resist walking over to the "esteemed guest," who was dressed in a ragged gray Daoist robe, looked utterly wretched, and gave off a foul smell.

"Sir, since you arrived, you haven't ordered any drinks..."

As he spoke, the server glanced at the half-jar of Floating Life Drunk on the table and sniffed lightly.

It certainly smelled like liquor brewed by cultivators from the Northwestern Region, and it was quite high quality.

Could this jar really be Floating Life Drunk?

But this wasn't the time to think about that. Even cultivators from Empty Mountain Sect had to follow the rules here.

"If you brought your own liquor, why not take a look at the menu and order some snacks to go with it?"

The server continued.

"Just bring me two plates. Anything is fine."

Li Haowen's voice was still hoarse.

"Coming right up!"

The server replied, then headed toward the kitchen.

Before long, two plates of snacks were set on the table in front of Li Haowen.

He stared at the wine bowl and the food for a long while. For some reason, at that moment, he had lost the desire to keep drinking, even though the jar held the Floating Life Drunk he had yearned for over and over again.

Li Haowen fished several low-grade Spirit Stones out of his ragged Daoist robe and tossed them into the now-empty wine bowl before him.

Then he picked up the two long swords leaning against the table, hung them back at his waist, and rose to leave the restaurant.

The server immediately jogged