No Chance

After chatting for a few moments about what they had seen on the road, Zhu Zhuqing set down her teacup, seeming to weigh her words.

After a while, she raised her eyes and finally asked the question that had been tangled in her heart for so long.

"Senior, as an esteemed Soul King, why are you running a tea stall at the city gate?"

Zhao Laoliu paused at her words, turned his head, and sized Zhu Zhuqing up with the expression of someone looking at a child.

"Because this is Canghai City."

Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly.

Once again, Zhao Laoliu began telling the story of Canghai City.

And yet she still did not understand what kind of place Canghai City truly was.

"Canghai City." She looked up at Zhao Laoliu. "Senior, to be honest, I've never heard of this city."

Zhao Laoliu had sold tea at the city gate for so many years and had seen people from every corner of the continent: old folk who had heard the legends of Canghai City, Rogue Cultivators who had come because of its reputation, and young people who simply wanted to try their luck.

But someone like the girl before him, who knew absolutely nothing about Canghai City and had purely stumbled here on her own two legs, was truly a first.

"Strange." He shook his head and sized Zhu Zhuqing up once more. "Someone from the Star Luo Zhu Clan has actually never heard of Canghai City. That really is a first."

The hand Zhu Zhuqing held her tea with went abruptly stiff.

What she had feared most along the way was being recognized, yet now this old man selling tea at the city gate had seen through her with a single glance.

"How did you know, Senior?"

Zhao Laoliu did