"Welcome, honored guests. Please come in!"
Seeing Yi Feng and the green-robed youth enter, the waiter deftly stepped forward to greet them, respectfully leading them through the hall to a small table by the window.
Though the youth wore black and looked somewhat strange, such sights seemed hardly unusual in this bustling city.
As they passed through the hall, almost no one paid them any attention.
The tavern was still abuzz with lively conversation. Well-dressed merchants sat at tables together; cultivators carrying weapons discussed matters animatedly; ordinary-looking travelers kept their heads down as they ate.
The entire hall was extraordinarily lively, with all manner of people mingling together.
Yi Feng and the black-robed youth had chosen a fine spot. The neighboring tables were mostly occupied by cultivators or people of the martial world, which suited them well.
Only after the two had taken their seats did the waiter continue his enthusiastic greeting.
"Honored guests, are you stopping for a meal or staying the night?"
Yi Feng answered with a smile, his tone casual.
"Bring us a few small dishes first, along with two jugs of wine. Prepare a guest room for us later."
As he spoke, he placed a silver ingot on the table.
The waiter asked no further questions, repeatedly nodding with a flattering smile before leaving.
Before long.
The table was filled with food and wine, all of it looking quite exquisite.
They had only been seated for a few breaths, yet both of them could tell that this tavern had something to it. As expected of a business opened at the foot of the Heavenly Fate Sect—even the waiter had a sharp eye for people.
Yi Feng and the black-robed youth immediately began eating and drinking, acting utterly ordinary while secretly remaining alert and listening carefully to