Time slipped by.
Half a year passed.
Over those six months, the two of them still found no clues.
Their cultivation seemed as though it had never existed, and there was not a single cultivator in this world.
With no other choice, they temporarily became the inn's "proprietor" and "proprietress."
Fortunately, for two people who had once been an Immortal King and a Mystic Immortal, this little stretch of time did not even amount to a single stint in secluded cultivation.
Business at the Forgotten River Inn they ran, however, grew increasingly brisk.
"Old Li, your stir-fried pork slices! The heat was just right today, but go easy on the strong liquor with that old stomach of yours. If you end up rolling around on the floor in pain at midnight, don't say I didn't warn you!"
Si Shuo casually carried the plate into the front room, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel over his shoulder.
The old man called Old Li swallowed and laughed. "Proprietor Si, your cooking is incredible! Even if the spice kills me, I'm having a couple ounces of country liquor with this today!"
The tavern was packed with neighbors, the atmosphere lively. After six months of coming and going, everyone had grown accustomed to the inn's presence.
Si Shuo did not bow and scrape like an ordinary tavern waiter. Instead, he leaned boldly against the counter, occasionally trading jokes with the drinkers, exuding the swagger of an underworld big brother who declared, "This street is under my protection."
The customers all knew the proprietor's temperament. It was one of the Forgotten River Inn's two defining features.
As for the second...
Naturally, it was Jiang Ling behind the counter.
She wore clean, simple, plain clothing, yet somehow made it look as though