Yanmen.
Xu Yuan sat at the Bar Counter and drank a glass of specially blended energy drink.
"This drink is something else. I feel much better."
"Yanmen's secret recipe, made especially for fights to the death. I haven't sold it in a long time," Qianqian said, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him.
"Thank you, Qianqian."
He took out a few Gold Coins and set them on the counter, smiling at Qianqian.
"Lord Blood Saint, sorry to trouble you with matters outside. If you need anything, just call on us," the Cook said.
"All right," Xu Yuan said simply, though his eyes were on the old fisherman.
"I only came out temporarily. Once the summons ends, the Vendor and the Retainer will come back," the old fisherman said with a grin.
"I couldn't have done it without your help. Miss Qianqian, sorry to trouble you, but could you get everyone something to drink?" Xu Yuan raised his glass to him.
"No problem." Qianqian got to work.
"Thank you, great Blood Saint. It's been far too long since I had an ice-cold beer like this—and I'd sincerely like to offer you a suggestion," the old fisherman said.
"Please, go ahead." Xu Yuan cupped his hands in thanks.
"You should go to the Mist Sea!" the fisherman said gravely.
The fisherman had a keen eye.
"Why should I go there? What's there?" Xu Yuan asked.
The old fisherman drained his ice-cold beer in one go, wiped his mouth, and said:
"In the battle against the Ancient Gods long ago, the treasures of the Three Realms were scattered there. Of course, it's also a deadly place."
"Gather your comrades and enter the Mist Sea together. Search the Ruins for all kinds of treasures, as well as the parts and treasures