The woman turned to look at the man's reaction and could not help raising a hand to pat him. The man immediately gave her an awkward smile.
The couple looked ordinary, yet seemed to possess a certain carefree ease.
Su Mo seemed not to notice. He merely gazed at the scenery outside the tavern window, his eyes lost...
On the raised platform, the old storyteller continued his tale, a story passed from mouth to mouth in countless conflicting versions.
The drinkers and tea drinkers below seemed to have heard it countless times already, yet still listened attentively.
The bustle of mortal life seemed to hold an indescribable tranquility within this tavern.
Little Xuanji looked at the dishes on the table, then at the man and woman at the next table. Seeing the woman studying Su Mo curiously, he immediately turned toward Su Mo.
"Senior brother, may I eat now?" Little Xuanji asked cautiously, his appetite thoroughly stirred by the mortal delicacies on the table.
Su Mo came back to himself and nodded to Little Xuanji.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Little Xuanji immediately swept through the food on the table like a gale driving clouds, looking like a country bumpkin entering a city for the first time...
A light breeze swept into the tavern, lifting Su Mo's snow-white hair.
At one end of the ink brush in his long hair, the mirror swayed.
Su Mo slowly raised the wine cup on the table, tilted his head back, and drank...
Little Xuanji looked at the wine in Su Mo's cup and sniffed curiously. Finding that it was not the "wine-milk" Su Mo had once had, he immediately lost interest.
The fragrance of that wine-milk was different from this.
Slowly flowed the wine in the cup; faintly sounded the zither in