Ming Province.
Chong City, the sunshine gleamed, a rare good weather.
The tavern was almost full, business was bustling.
The owner of this tavern had gang affiliations, so martial world people frequented here.
When Yu Hong, carrying a saber, stepped into this tavern, it immediately attracted the scrutiny of several tables of martial enthusiasts.
But people only glanced at him and quickly withdrew their gaze, losing interest.
Young, with no trace of evil qi and the smell of blood on him, obviously just a fledgling out in the world.
Yu Hong called the waiter:
"Are there any separate seats available?"
Waiter: "No separate tables left, would you mind sharing?"
Yu Hong nodded, easygoing: "That's fine."
The waiter quickly found him a willing tablemate, an old gentleman dressed in scholar's robe, gray-haired, wearing glasses.
Yu Hong sat down opposite: "Sorry to intrude."
Old gentleman: "No problem, meeting is fated."
Yu Hong glanced at the old gentleman, smiled, and asked:
