At noon the next day, Yue Wen returned to the Small Plaza in front of the exit checkpoint. It was as bustling as ever.
This time, Yue Wen no longer wore his own face. Instead, he had a rather fierce-looking face with a full beard and a scar at the corner of one eye. He had also tried adjusting his build, broadening his shoulders and swelling his muscles to look a little more brawny.
After all, he was heading into the Wasteland Zone this time, and his teammates might all be veteran independent cultivators who had been around for years. He wanted to look less friendly to keep them from getting any ideas.
As usual, he arrived a little early, then went to the familiar café and sat at an outdoor table to wait.
Yue Wen scanned his surroundings, looking for anyone who might be his teammate this time.
While he was looking around, a voice came from beside him. "Sir, you can't sit here without ordering."
Yue Wen looked up in surprise and discovered that the speaker was the same sweetly smiling waitress from last time-except now she was a stern-faced waitress who looked quite fierce.
He froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he was not wearing his own face.
Ah.
No wonder she was trying to chase him off instead of bringing him lemonade.
Having figured that out, Yue Wen was about to say he would simply order something, then suddenly remembered that the lemonade here cost a hundred and eighty a glass.
That was an astronomical price to him.
He still had to rely on restaurant-review visits to earn money for Xing'er and Qi Dian's meals today-they had originally agreed that Yue Wen would go out on his own business while the two of them