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"Sir, are you trying to insult me?"
The waiter strode up to Ye Tian with an imposing demeanor and said, "If you can't handle it, that's your problem. Don't blame our establishment for the quality of our drinks. We still have other customers here, and if you tarnish our reputation, it will be difficult to resolve!"
"Oh?" Ye Tian raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Are you saying I should compensate you for your losses?"
"Of course." Ye Tian crossed his arms and tilted his head back, looking quite provoking.
"Compensate your grandmother!" Duan Liu shouted angrily, slamming the table. Not only was he being served fake alcohol, but now they wanted to bite back? This was a scam!
"How dare you speak to me like that!" The waiter sounded tough, but he unconsciously took two steps back.
"Call your innkeeper out here." After saying that, Ye Tian picked up the jug and drank several large gulps as if it were water.
The waiter’s eyes darted around before he said, "The innkeeper has gone into town."
Ye Tian could tell he was hiding something; it was likely that this was a common trick for him—taking advantage of Chen the Tavern Keeper's absence to pocket some money by serving fake alcohol.
"How much is the bill?" Ye Tian had no interest in chatting further. After this commotion, he wasn't even hungry anymore and just wanted to settle the bill and leave.
"Twelve taels flat."
"Why don't you go rob someone instead?" Duan Liu had just tried to sit down but was provoked into standing up again.
The waiter was startled by Duan Liu's intensity, but his thieving instincts seemed undeterred. He scanned the area with shifty eyes several times before finally locking onto a customer in the dim corner at the back of the stall.
"Hey, sir, that guest over there." The waiter called out.
Hearing this, Ye Tian and Duan Liu turned their heads simultaneously. Perhaps they hadn't paid much attention when they entered, as they had not noticed there was another person in the corner.
"This person..." Duan Liu glanced at Ye Tian, his tone filled with confusion. For some reason, this individual seemed unusual.
Ye Tian scrutinized the figure. The person wore a black robe that enveloped their entire body, obscuring their face and expression, yet giving off a sense reminiscent of the Shadow Falcon.
Furrowing his brow, Ye Tian felt a faint sense of familiarity rising within him.
"Sir?" The waiter called out again. Seeing that the person remained silent, he approached to give them a gentle push.
It must be said that the waiter truly lacked awareness; if the person didn't want to engage, he should have recognized it instead of trying to touch them—wasn't that just asking for trouble?
"Hey, I'm talking to you." The waiter reached the black-robed man's table and extended his hand.
Just as the waiter's greasy hand was about to make contact with the black-robed man, the latter suddenly stood up. With his rise, a chilling aura swept through the entire Tavern.
The waiter trembled in fear and retreated several steps, finally stopping after bumping into a table.
"S-sir..." The waiter was intimidated by this presence and timidly attempted to apologize, but when the words reached his lips, he found himself unable to articulate them clearly.
Ye Tian and Duan Liu were naturally not intimidated by the black-robed man; however, after exchanging glances, they still saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
The black-robed man ignored the waiter. After placing a certain amount of silver on the table, he walked straight towards the exit.
As he passed by Ye Tian, Ye Tian couldn't help but speak up: "Brother, please wait a moment."
The man in the black robe paused for a moment, having already passed by Ye Tian, his back turned to the two. He did not turn around, and a rough, indistinct voice devoid of emotion came from beneath the robe: "Is there something?"
"Nothing much, just wanted to share a drink with you. I wonder if you would do me the honor," Ye Tian said as he moved aside to make room on a long bench, gesturing for the other to take a seat.
"I'm busy." The man in the black robe still did not turn around. After speaking, he walked out of the Tavern, disappearing moments later.
Ye Tian watched as the man in the black robe vanished into the morning fog, his gaze flickering as he pondered something.
"What's wrong?" Duan Liu asked, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease wash over him despite not understanding what was happening.
"I just feel like I've seen that person somewhere before," Ye Tian said, furrowing his brow as he strained to recall every face in his mind.
Duan Liu disliked thinking too much; after a while, he felt a headache coming on and decided to stop trying. However, he had a habit common among older folks: when he saw others dressed warmly, he would feel hot himself.
Seeing Ye Tian deep in thought, Duan Liu felt somewhat distressed. He patted Ye Tian on the shoulder and reassured him, "Don't think too much about it. That guy has such a strong presence; if you knew him, you wouldn't easily forget."
Mentioning presence suddenly sparked a flash of insight in Ye Tian's mind. "Could it be him?!"
Duan Liu was startled and quickly asked who it was. Ye Tian didn't respond and hurriedly dashed out the door. At that moment, the sun was rising and the wind was picking up; the fog was dissipating, and with the flat terrain stretching for miles, he could see far ahead, but that figure had already vanished without a trace.
"What is going on?" Duan Liu followed him outside, with a worried-looking waiter trailing behind them as if afraid they might run off.
"Nothing much, just thought of an old friend," Ye Tian replied dismissively. However, he was completely unaware that his icy tone sent a shiver down Duan Liu's spine.
Duan Liu chose not to ask further and moved aside to discuss food and drinks with the waiter, leaving Ye Tian alone to gaze into the distance lost in thought.
"Could it really be him..." The more Ye Tian thought about it, the more astonished he became. That feeling from earlier was undeniably familiar; although it had only been a fleeting presence, after careful consideration, his thoughts made him increasingly excited because it was highly likely that the man in the black robe was indeed that person.
His name is Wang Weiyang!
"Duan Liu, chase!" Ye Tian no longer hesitated. After saying this, he moved swiftly in the direction the person had left.
"What?" Duan Liu was caught off guard. By the time he looked up, Ye Tian was already dozens of yards away.
"Is this enough?" The waiter hesitated, and Duan Liu simply stuffed a silver ingot worth fifty taels into the former's arms, then leaped forward, quickly following Ye Tian.
The thick fog had dispersed, and visibility was clear. Although Duan Liu had fallen far behind Ye Tian, he could still see the latter's figure.
"Eh?"
As he chased, Ye Tian's figure suddenly paused ahead, as if encountering some obstruction.
"Did I catch up?" Duan Liu muttered to himself. He had reached the sunny side of a slope, while Ye Tian was standing at the top, making it impossible for Duan Liu to see what was happening behind the slope or why Ye Tian had stopped.
After calling out a few times, Ye Tian turned back and gestured repeatedly, waving his hand—Duan Liu couldn't tell whether he was signaling him to hurry over or to stay back.
Duan Liu's choice was obviously to go over, and he rushed forward. With Martial Origin Power activated, he felt as if wind and fire wheels were forming beneath his feet, suddenly increasing his speed.
As he got closer, he could faintly hear noisy voices coming from the other side of the slope; there were quite a few people—at least thirty or forty.
"What’s going on?" Duan Liu finally arrived and stood beside Ye Tian. Looking down the slope, he saw a dense crowd below—much more than he had anticipated; there were probably over a hundred people.
"I don't know," Ye Tian replied lightly, but his gaze remained fixed on a young man at the back of the crowd.
Following his gaze, Duan Liu saw a young man in a moon-white robe standing confidently at the rear of the crowd. Although he was too far away to see his features clearly, his aura was sharp as an arrow, suggesting that he must be quite handsome and imposing.
"Is it the one from earlier?" Duan Liu asked curiously, as he noticed Ye Tian's gaze towards this person was the same as when he looked at the man in the black robe before.
Ye Tian shook his head again, remaining silent.
Duan Liu glanced at Ye Tian a few times before falling silent himself. Since last night, Ye Tian had encountered three rather unusual individuals; what on earth had happened to him...
"It's them!"
"There's no mistake!"
"Look, look, look, the ring is still on his hand!"
"Yeah, just look at their attire; they clearly can't afford a Xumi Ring. They're obviously thieves!"
The crowd below erupted in a frenzy, shouting and cursing for a while, but no one dared to step forward to capture these so-called "thieves." However, Ye Tian and Duan Liu understood the situation; it seemed they had received news and specifically came to surround and intercept the two.
Ye Tian stopped looking at the man in white and exchanged a glance with Duan Liu, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
"How did this group find out about us?" Duan Liu asked tentatively, implying whether the person he encountered last night was reliable and if he had set them up.
"It might be the tavern waiter," Ye Tian said. He trusted Fang Xiong and had long suspected that the waiter was intentionally stalling them; otherwise, how could a mere waiter from a rundown establishment offend customers so brazenly?
Upon hearing this from Ye Tian, Duan Liu suddenly realized and cursed, "Damn it! I knew that guy was sneaky, always eyeing my ring. So that's what was going on!"
The voices below were chaotic, filled with insults directed at Ye Tian and Duan Liu for being shameless and ungrateful.
The two listened in confusion but gradually began to piece together the situation as more clues came their way.
Last night, the person I encountered, the Thief, was Li Qingwu, the Outer Gate Guard Commander of the Qin Family, the largest local power. This individual is eloquent and cunning, and his strength is not to be underestimated. As a result, Qin Changlin, the Head of the Qin Family, has promoted him significantly, even appointing him as the supervisor of the secret treasures. It is known that such a position is usually entrusted to trusted family members. The fact that Qin Changlin allowed Li Qingwu to take on this role shows how much he values him. However, unexpectedly, in light of such favor, this guy actually embezzled several important treasures from the Qin Family and fled overnight.
Exchanging glances, both of them saw a hint of speechlessness in each other's eyes; after all, the evidence was right on them, making it impossible to argue.
"Friends, please let your Steward come out to speak," Ye Tian said, unable to endure the noise from the Loyal Minions below. He infused his voice with Martial Origin Power, causing a sound that could shatter gold and stone to resonate throughout the area.
As soon as this display of strength was revealed, the crowd fell silent. However, the silence was only momentary; after a brief pause, it erupted into an even more intense wave of curses and insults.
"What’s there to show off about!"
"Are you flaunting your thick Martial Origin Power?!"
"Bastard! Just wait until the master arrives and see how arrogant you are then!"
Ye Tian's face darkened. He wanted to explain but thought better of it; in situations like this, further explanation would only make things worse.
"Shut up!"
At that moment, a clear shout came from behind the crowd as a man in white finally moved.
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