Since Tuoba Danqing had left, Li Huowang felt there was little point in staying alone at this tavern.
He had learned a lot today and needed to go back and digest it properly.
Just then, a slapping sound came from the side. Hong Zhong exclaimed, "Not bad, not bad! Worthy of being one of the Great Sanyuan indeed. Your lies are really something—fact mixed with fiction, fiction laced with fact. Even if that old fool investigates, he'll never find a flaw."
Li Huowang shot him a glare and was about to speak when the waiter came in, a white towel draped over his shoulder.
Seeing the waiter bend in a deep bow toward him, Li Huowang decided not to say anything further and headed for the door. But just as he was about to leave, the waiter called out from behind him.
"Esteemed guest, there's quite a bit of untouched food left today. Same as last time? Should I box it up for you to take home?"
Li Huowang's face immediately turned cold. "Box it up for what? Forget it!"
