True Face Revealed, the Real and Fake Prince of Yan

"I am Prince of Yan!"

A sharp feminine cry rang out beneath the awning.

"Shopkeeper, bring out your finest wine!"

Before the woman had finished speaking, a gold bean landed steadily in the old man's rough palm.

The old man narrowed his eyes and lightly pinched it with his fingernail. The softness of the gold proved it genuine, and his face immediately blossomed with delight. He hurriedly tucked this unexpected windfall into his clothes.

A big fish!

The old man called out loudly, "Xiu'er, hurry and serve these honored guests their wine!"

The leading woman impatiently corrected him from beneath her conical hat.

"What honored guests? Call me Prince of Yan. Remember that!"

"Yes, Prince of Yan. Please come inside!"

She led the other eight in, filing through the entrance and directly taking the remaining tables in the tavern with an imposing air.

At the neighboring table, a young master dressed in brocade robes looked at the nine newcomers, a teasing, faintly mocking smile curling at his lips.

The woman in green remained as detached from the world as ever, utterly indifferent to everything around her.

As for the middle-aged man and alluring woman at the other table, their expressions remained calm and unchanged.

Lu Yu found it rather interesting, while the seven disciples were all stunned.

They had only just stepped half a foot beyond the mountain gates today, yet they had already encountered a "fake martial uncle." Among the people following her was one young man, while the other seven wore Daoist robes, practically begging to paste the words "Mount Zhongnan" across their foreheads.

The leader even called herself "Prince of Yan." This was plainly an open impersonation of the identities of all nine of them.

Who dared impersonate their sect elders at the foot of Mount Zhongnan,