Three Waters Wharf.
Two fine horses galloped side by side. The riders were not exactly handsome or beautiful, yet they wore bright clothes and rode spirited steeds, brimming with heroic vigor at a glance—clearly young wanderers of the martial world.
The laborers and fishermen at the wharf all hurriedly moved aside, not daring to look directly at the pair.
"So this is where Junior Brother Fang has been selling fish all this time?"
Li Qinglan looked around curiously. "It really is... plain! If Junior Brother Fang were willing to escort a few shipments with me, he could probably have bought a house in the prefectural city long ago..."
Song Sanjin lifted his chin slightly, carrying the pride of a city man.
And he had every reason to be proud. After becoming a disciple, he had worked hard to curry favor with his master and senior brothers, worked hard to earn money, and bought medicinal sand to aid his training. He had now cultivated the Black Sand Palm to the second level—the realm of Minor Achievement in Manifest Force! His name was gradually beginning to spread through the martial halls of the city.
People no longer called him Song Sanjin. They called him Third Master Song!
"Let's go. Junior Brother often drinks at Yuyang Tavern. He should be easy to find."
As Li Qinglan and Song Sanjin asked around, they soon arrived at Yuyang Tavern.
Seeing that it was merely a crude little wine shop, the disdain on Song Sanjin's face deepened.
"Honored guests have arrived—this humble establishment is truly illuminated, truly illuminated!"
The waiter's eyes went a little blank, but he still hurried forward to solicit their business, eagerly taking their reins. "What would you two like? Our aged yellow wine is famous around here. Even Master Yu loves drinking