Demon-Suppressing Pass.
A man in blue robes strolled along the street, leading a little calf.
Li Ping'an sat down at a tea stall and took off his bamboo hat.
"A pot of tea, please."
"Coming right up!"
Li Ping'an looked at everything around him, his expression still somewhat bewildered.
He had felt nothing about death; it only seemed as though he had slept.
Only after asking someone did he learn that four hundred years had passed since that great battle.
Four hundred years, gone in the flick of a finger.
"Fresh beef buns!"
"Moo!!"
At that cry, the calf began kicking all four legs restlessly in Li Ping'an's arms.
"Moo... moo..."
Before long, the calf was munching on a beef bun as he followed Li Ping'an down the street.
Faraway Inn.
Li Ping'an suddenly stopped and looked at the four large characters on the signboard.
Guests came and went inside the inn. Business seemed good.
Not only that, even the inn across the street had been bought out and turned into a branch.
It seemed Cat Immortal had done well for herself without him and Old Ox.
Li Ping'an did not go inside. He led the calf over and sat outside.
Just then, he noticed an old man sitting in a Grand Master's Chair at the inn opposite, gently waving a folding fan.
Li Ping'an recognized him. Wasn't he the inn's former innkeeper?
He walked over, but the old innkeeper had long since forgotten him.
"You certainly know how to enjoy yourself, innkeeper."
The old innkeeper raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Li Ping'an.
"Innkeeper? Heh, no one's called me that in a long time."
"I remember you used to run this inn, didn't you? Why has its name changed?"
The old innkeeper grinned. Realizing he had met an