Inside Thousand-Star Ancient City.
Ning Wangshu strolled down the street, taking in the bustling crowds and lively scene around him. After looking around for a while, he soon entered a restaurant.
At this moment, the restaurant was abuzz with voices.
Ning Wangshu swept his gaze around, his eyes settling on a man sitting alone by the window in a corner. He then walked over.
"Brother, may I sit here?"
Ning Wangshu spoke.
The man was a Taiyi Golden Immortal. That was precisely why Ning Wangshu had approached him. With his relatively high cultivation, he was more likely to know about the various matters concerning the Mysterious Immortal Palace.
Hearing Ning Wangshu's words, the man was momentarily stunned. He then looked up at Ning Wangshu, frowning slightly, seemingly displeased.
However, before he could speak, Ning Wangshu smiled and raised a hand to lightly pat his shoulder. The instant the man noticed Ning Wangshu's action, anger flashed across his face. He immediately wanted to dodge Ning Wangshu's hand and lash out.
Yet in that instant, he suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure descend upon him. His entire body stiffened, and he was completely unable to move.
Then, Ning Wangshu's hand came down and lightly patted his shoulder.
The man's body shuddered. He abruptly looked up at Ning Wangshu in shock, cold sweat instantly breaking out across his body. The anger in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by clarity.
There was also a trace of fear in his expression.
Ning Wangshu still wore a smile. He withdrew his hand and pressure, then said with a beaming smile, "Brother, may I sit down now?"
Feeling the pressure on him disappear, the man immediately relaxed all over. Hearing Ning Wangshu's words, he hurriedly replied in terror, "S-Senior, p-please, make yourself at home!"
Ning Wangshu nodded in