Lin Feng: You Can Go Back

Tang Yuehua's gaze fell upon the ancient, unadorned signboard.

Maple Dye Pavilion.

The name was elegant, its imagery profound.

If she had not come here as a "tribute," she thought she might have gladly sat down with the owner of this establishment, shared a pot of fragrant tea, and talked of romance and poetry.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs.

She drew a deep breath and suppressed the last trace of personal emotion in her heart. The flawless smile returned to her lips, cold and utterly devoid of warmth.

Tang Xiao beside her presented an entirely different sight.

The Clear Sky Sect's sect master stood there with his eyes wide and mouth agape, wearing an expression as though he had seen a ghost as he stared fixedly at the open space not far from the restaurant entrance.

That "foreman," holding a long whip with a blissful look on his face, occasionally cracking it in a flourish and making the former Deities howl in pain...

Wasn't that his nephew, Tang San?!

Tang Xiao's mind completely crashed.

A few days ago, hadn't that brat still been a laborer getting chased around and whipped by a crazy woman?

How had he been promoted in the blink of an eye?

He had even become a foreman supervising others' work?!

Wasn't this restaurant's promotion system a little too fantastical?!

But Tang Xiao had no mind to investigate such matters now. He had more important—and more humiliating—"business" to attend to.

He withdrew his stunned gaze, forcibly composed himself, then led Tang Yuehua into Maple Dye Pavilion with heavy steps.

The restaurant's clamor stalled for a moment when the two entered.

Countless gazes converged upon them at once.

Tang Xiao did not dare meet anyone's eyes. He quickly walked to Bibi Dong's table, bent deeply at the waist,