"At the time, I drew my precious sword and chopped off that old dragon's head. Damn his mother—if everyone passing through had to give him some benefit, wouldn't he eat until his brain and guts were fat while our East Sea Sword Palace got jack shit?"
"Hahaha, Brother Xiao, that was satisfying! This is how one ought to act when doing things for the sect. It was not a private grudge between you two, but handling public business in accordance with the rules."
Inside a tavern somewhere in Jiankang City, Su Che, Ji Boyuan, and Xiao Feiyu sat together at a wine table. There were no rare delicacies on it, only a few small dishes to accompany the wine, while they had already drunk more than a dozen jars of cheap liquor.
They chatted about heaven and earth, enjoying themselves immensely. Ji Boyuan told amusing tales from the Ancient Era and Medieval Era; Xiao Feiyu spoke of his exhilarating exploits roaming the Eastern Sea; Su Che listened beside them, occasionally asking the two about obstacles they had encountered in cultivation, gaining quite a bit in the process.
The tavern waiter beside them, however, was worried sick.
He had no interest in what those three old fellows were discussing. They were just drinking four or five jars of wine apiece over a single plate of smashed cucumber salad...
Were they really not sent by the owner of the tavern next door to ruin their business?
"Sir, tell me, what should we do about this?"
The waiter hurried to the front and spoke carefully.
The proprietor was absent today, having gone to the countryside to buy vegetables. The entire tavern was being managed solely by the accountant.
The waiter had no choice either. How well the tavern did over the year determined