The restaurant was bustling with noise, and the air was filled with the aroma of food and wine.
Qin Ze sat at an empty table by the window facing the street and ordered several signature dishes.
Most of the people in the restaurant were Advanced Martial Artist, like Qin Ze, who came for the sake of their appetites.
Bai Bai nervously patted Qin Ze's shoulder.
Qin Ze couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect you to be a Socially Anxious too."
Bai Bai tilted his head. "What is Socially Anxious?"
Qin Ze explained, "It's you right now."
Bai Bai suddenly realized. "I'm not a coward!"
"I'll reveal my true form, and they'll be scared out of their wits."
Qin Ze nodded in agreement. "So, sir, you should stop using your supernatural powers."
Bai Bai couldn't detect the sarcastic tone in Qin Ze's words and simply took it as a compliment.
The dishes Qin Ze ordered were served quickly.
Perhaps because this place is frequently visited by people from various civilizations, the restaurants here offer dishes that combine the best of many cuisines, making them quite unique.
At least it's not like those games where just one glance at the stars will cause your sanity to plummet.
Bai Bai jumped onto the table, pecked at it twice, and looked disgusted.
"Eating this makes you so happy? You've never really eaten anything good before."
Qin Ze suddenly felt that it would be very suitable to tie it together with the stone from the Otherworld No. Zero.
" Master Zuo, please come in!"
The servant at the door shouted at the top of his lungs, sounding extremely enthusiastic.
The attention of most diners in the hall was drawn to it, including Qin Ze.
A middle-aged man, reeking of alcohol and with a scraggly beard, staggered in.
The man was nine feet tall, with orange hair and eyes, thick yellow down on his cheeks, and a necklace made of unknown bones around his neck.
The animal skin coat he was wearing hadn't been cleaned in a long time; its surface was so smooth it could be used as a mirror.
"Bring the wine."
The man named Master Zuo sat down with practiced ease.
When he spoke, two rows of sharp teeth were revealed in his mouth, comparable to those of a carnivorous beast.
The servant hurriedly said, " Master Zuo, please wait a moment."
Nearby diners cast glances at Master Zuo.
Someone else spoke up, " Master Zuo, I heard that you were refused a meeting with the leader of the Blazing Sun Clan last night, and even got beaten up?"
Master Zuo covered his bruised right eye socket and waved his hand. "Where did you hear these unfounded rumors? Last night I was personally received by a representative of the Blazing Sun Clan, and the representative said he would consider my suggestions."
A bystander scoffed, " The Myriad Races Grand Tournament is going to be canceled just because of your opinion? You really think you're something special."
The waiter brought over the wine, along with several side dishes.
Master Zuo leaned back, his left foot resting on the chair, a wine jug in his hand. He took a sip and said, "Shortsighted."
"The most urgent task is to quickly assemble a coalition army and slay that resurrected Strange God."
"As time goes on, His strength will only grow stronger."
Master Zuo seems to be a regular here; many customers recognize him.
Seeing this, the surrounding guests began to joke:
"We must form a coalition, and I think you, Master Zuo, are the most suitable person to be its leader."
"Yeah, what kind of Myriad Races Grand Tournament is this? It's a complete waste of time."
"It has to be Master Zuo. He has a long-term vision and considers the big picture. If I were from the Ancient Race, I would definitely hire you as my advisor."
" Master Zuo is the truly intelligent and powerful one."
"..."
The man was very happy to hear this.
It's unclear whether he, like Bai Bai, couldn't understand the sarcastic remarks of the crowd, or was deliberately playing dumb.
With a wave of his hand, he tossed out several high-grade crystals.
"I'm paying for everyone's expenses tonight!"
The diners all praised Master Zuo's prowess.
The servant beamed with joy and hurriedly put away the crystals.
Qin Ze glanced at the man called Master Zuo, Level Nine Martial Artist, but his mind wasn't quite right.
For a martial artist, if he so desires, all the alcohol in his body can be expelled in an instant.
Master Zuo had clearly made himself completely drunk; his nose and face were flushed red.
"To stop the Myriad Races Grand Tournament and have the Ancient Race form a coalition to attack the Strange God is truly wishful thinking."
Qin Ze shook his head.
Historically, allied forces have never succeeded.
To expect a group of people, each with their own ulterior motives, to unite in a common hatred is simply a fantasy.
The Dharma King said, "This is the real Clown."
Clown: "I'm not pure?"
Master Zuo suddenly turned his gaze toward Qin Ze.
More accurately, he was looking at Bai Bai.
Master Zuo staggered to his feet and sat down opposite Qin Ze.
"Does your brother like falconry?"
Master Zuo stared intently at Bai Bai, as if he were gazing at an unparalleled beauty.
Qin Ze nodded. "Hobby."
Bai Bai felt uneasy under Qin Ze's gaze and quickly jumped back onto his shoulder.
Master Zuo's gaze followed Bai Bai's movements as he said, "Brother, your eagle is of exceptional quality. Name your price, and I'll take it."
Master Zuo waved his hand, and three high-grade crystals instantly appeared on the table.
Qin Ze remained unfazed. "He is my brother, my dearest friend and family."
"I understand, it'll cost more."
Master Zuo then took out three more crystals.
Qin Ze: "Are you very rich?"
Master Zuo sat up straight and said arrogantly, "The one thing I have in abundance is money."
"That's not enough, I can add more."
Qin Ze shook his head. "I'm not selling this eagle."
Master Zuo was immediately disappointed. "You're really pretending. I don't actually like this eagle that much."
"Just an eagle, I have one too."
He tilted his head back, took a sip of his drink, and then started chatting with the diners next to him.
Did you see that tri-colored light shooting into the sky just now?
"I'm telling you, our clan's records say that light came from another world."
"This world is not your kind of small world; it's a space larger and more expansive than the Abyss Abyss."
"The gods from the previous era who weren't quite dead are all inside, and the Strange God in the Abyss right now also came from there."
"This Myriad Races Grand Tournament is definitely a conspiracy by the Ancient Race. They want to sacrifice the pride of Myriad Races to enter that hellish place."
"In my opinion, our civilizations should form an alliance, overthrow the Ancient Race first, and then we must secure our internal stability before we can deal with external threats!"
He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's gift is obligated to do his bidding.
The surrounding guests all gave Master Zuo a thumbs up and showered him with praise, both sarcastically and insincerely.
Qin Ze paid attention to what Master Zuo had just said.
He actually knew about the existence of Chaos.
Although it's only a fragment, this information is known only to the Ancient Race.
This Master Zuo is no ordinary person.
As Master Zuo finished a pot of wine, the topic gradually veered off course, and they started talking about whose top courtesan was the most popular, and where to eat chicken most economically.
Suddenly, Master Zuo fell backward to the ground.
He clutched his head in agony, his body curled up like a shrimp.
His eyes quickly became bloodshot, and he let out low growls like a wild beast.
The guests seemed unfazed by this and continued drinking and chatting.
The man sitting at the table next to Qin Ze shook his head. "He's Homeland Loss Syndrome; he's a pitiful man too."
Qin Ze looked at the man lying on the ground in surprise.
He turned out to be a vagrant.