Tang Yu had just stepped out of the teleportation array when the old man in hemp robes followed him and said with a smile.
"It is rare to meet a fellow Daoist I get along with so well. Why not have a few drinks together?"
"I'd better not."
"My treat, of course. I have long heard that the spirit wine of the Central Divine Continent is excellent. We are both drifters from foreign lands—wouldn't it be a pity not to share a few drinks?"
Tang Yu glanced at several cultivators who had emerged from the teleportation array alongside them, then looked at the old man and smiled.
"It is not really about whether to drink or not. Mainly, I am afraid killing you would cause trouble that would be hard to clean up."
"I do not understand what you mean, Fellow Daoist. Since you do not wish to drink, I will not force you. If fate brings us together again, it will not be too late to drink then."
The old man in hemp robes played dumb with a cheerful smile, then turned and hurried away.
After walking some distance, he turned back and watched Tang Yu head toward another teleportation array leading to the capital, his face filled with reluctance.
The three cultivators who had shared the teleportation array with them approached from different directions. After surrounding the old man, one of them asked.
"Old He, why did you let that fat sheep get away?"
"Because he has a brain."
The old man in hemp robes was rather frustrated as well. Their group specialized in slaughtering newcomers to the Central Divine Continent and dividing the spoils.
Especially someone like Tang Yu, whose handsome appearance and air of a wealthy young master made it obvious he had money. Unfortunately, he