Although Yi Shuyuan still did not know the details after hearing this, he understood the broad outlines.
The man before him was undoubtedly a cultivator. After the Starwoven Dharma Assembly, cultivators across the world had formed differing views of the Great Yong dynasty, but they had also drawn upon the might of its emperor to lessen their own sins.
Having finished speaking, the man casually helped himself to food and poured himself more wine, though his eyes kept watching Yi Shuyuan across the table.
He had thought that after his deliberately ambiguous remarks, the other man would surely be impatient to question him. Instead, Yi Shuyuan ate and drank without any hurry, though his expression was clearly thoughtful.
This young man really knows how to keep his composure!
Seeing this, the man said no more and devoted himself to the dishes, eventually even asking a waiter to bring him rice.
Watching him eat with such relish, Yi Shuyuan found his own appetite growing. He repeatedly took more rice and poured more wine, and later ordered several additional dishes.
When little food remained on the table, the man who had just left prison smiled, swallowed his mouthful of rice, and spoke again.
"Young man, you look so refined when you eat, but you certainly pack away a lot. I've only just been released from prison, and haven't had a decent meal in years. Why do you look as though you haven't eaten in ages either?"
Yi Shuyuan smiled.
"It's been a long time since I had a good meal too!"
The man across from him looked slightly surprised, then sized Yi Shuyuan up again.
"Don't tell me you have no money to pay the bill?"
"It hasn't come to that."
Yi Shuyuan did not know whether to laugh or cry. Hearing