"Here are your dishes, esteemed guests. Everything's ready." The waiter knocked on the door and walked in.
Ling Tianyu took out a bar of silver and tossed it to the waiter.
"Thank you, sir." The waiter saw the silver bar, which was worth ten taels. That would support his family for several months. He truly encountered a wealthy patron, having previously received at most one tael, but now he received ten.
"What's happening up ahead?" Ling Tianyu pointed to the bustling street and asked.
"That's the market intersection ahead, there's an execution today," the young waiter replied, "They seem to have caught someone, I heard it's a formidable figure, captured over at Yan Mountain, and supposedly they even crippled their own cultivation."
"Don't know exactly what crime they committed, but they're being executed today."
"If you gentlemen are interested, you could go have a look."
"What's there to see about a beheading," the Young Master laughed and said, "Let it be."
