Lake-Tail City.
A small frontier city at the southernmost edge of Great Jin.
The city was not large, with only a few tens of thousands of residents.
But only the White-Ping Mountain Lineage separated it from the Heichi Kingdom to the south, and that kingdom held many precious medicinal herbs and wild goods. Thus, quite a few merchant caravans passed through, resupplying and making camp here.
On this day.
A Daoist Qingyi arrived at a restaurant in the city. He looked quite young, yet gave off a sense that strangers should keep their distance.
The waiter had a keen eye. Seeing that this Daoist was no ordinary mortal, he hurriedly flicked his rag aside and approached with bows and nods:
"Reverend Daoist, please, a private room inside..."
The Daoist Qingyi merely shook his head slightly and walked straight to a table beside the window, where he sat down.
The waiter paused, then hurried after him. Pulling down his rag, he wiped the table and said with a smile:
"Reverend Daoist, what would you like? Any dietary restrictions? Our eight-treasure fish and stir-fried lamb are both specialties..."
The Daoist Qingyi hoarded his words like gold:
"Bring them all."
Knowing that an eminent figure had arrived, the waiter dared not be negligent and called out:
"Right away!"
Hearing this hint, the portly proprietor poked his head out from behind the counter. The Daoist Qingyi's bearing and attire startled him inwardly. He hurried around the counter and strode over, covering three steps in two, before bowing respectfully:
"Exalted immortal, you honor my humble establishment. Have you any instructions?"
The Daoist Qingyi glanced sideways at him:
"How could you tell?"
Though the question came without context, the proprietor understood his meaning and hurriedly mustered a humble smile:
"Your bearing is utterly unlike that of