Yu Daochen turned his head to look.
A man in black walked in from outside the shop, his hat pulled low, carrying something over a meter long on his shoulder.
Yu Daochen frowned. Wasn't this the same man in black who appeared in Xiaotun Village? How did he get here?
This time, Yu Daochen clearly saw the man's face. He was around twenty-three years old, with delicate features and a pale complexion. Unlike Yu Daochen's sickly pallor, his was the deathly white of the deceased. His eyes, in particular, were cloudy, like Elder Hua's, unfathomable.
The man sensed Yu Daochen's gaze and turned to look.
Their eyes met. Yu Daochen instinctively tensed. He could feel that any unnecessary move would likely be his last. It was a primal fear.
In any other place, Yu Daochen would have left immediately. But here in Jiangdu, he feared no one, not even the number one on the Black List.
The man said nothing. He simply found a seat and sat down, his shoulder burden never leaving him.
He didn't order anything else, just a bowl of plain white rice.
Yu Daochen ate quickly. The best approach with such a dangerous individual was to keep a respectful distance.
Yu Daochen was indeed hungry. In about ten minutes, the dishes on his table were almost entirely gone.
"Boss, the bill," Yu Daochen said.
"Thirty-six yuan in total, but I'll charge you thirty-five," the boss replied.
As Yu Daochen walked to the counter to pay, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the item on the man's shoulder.
Though wrapped in cloth, its silhouette hinted at what it might be.
The cylindrical shape suggested a staff or a similar weapon.
Not many sects or families in the martial world wielded staffs, and even fewer were powerful.
After paying, Yu Daochen walked out of the shop.
On the way, Yu Daochen cautiously observed his surroundings. Only when he confirmed the man wasn't following did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"Quite a few people were drawn by this opportunity."
It was already half-past eight in the evening when Yu Daochen returned to the shop. After a short rest, he prepared to open for business.
There were few customers that night, so Yu Daochen lay in the rocking chair, resting with his eyes closed.
In the early morning, while Yu Daochen was still resting with his eyes closed, he heard the sound of a car approaching.
He opened his eyes and saw a woman in her thirties stepping out of the car. She wore a green camouflage outfit and had her hair tied up.
The woman glanced at the shop sign, nodded, and walked to the door.
Seeing Yu Daochen seemingly asleep, she knocked.
Yu Daochen slowly opened his eyes. The woman then asked, "Is Master Yu here?"
Yu Daochen pointed to himself. "That's me."
The woman's expression showed a hint of surprise.
Although she had heard from Biao Tao that Master Yu was young, she hadn't expected him to be this young.
Entering the shop, Yu Daochen gestured for the woman to sit.
The woman sat down and began to introduce herself.
Her name was Li Shiyao, a renowned geography professor in the country at the young age of thirty.
After their introductions, Li Shiyao observed Yu Daochen. At seventeen, he already possessed a mature and steady demeanor. His features were refined, and he could certainly be called handsome for his age. The only minor flaws were his pale complexion and his somewhat disheveled attire.
During their conversation, Yu Daochen also learned the purpose of their upcoming journey.
The source of the snow in Nanshui Town was a place called Nanyang Village, and Li Shiyao's objective was to investigate the cause of the snowfall.
Yu Daochen nodded and went to the backyard to prepare. He couldn't go to Nanyang Village in shorts.
It was a mixed crowd there, with all sorts of people, so he had to be well-prepared.
In a short while, Yu Daochen changed his clothes, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and picked up his Kanglong Staff.
Although they had planned to depart after lunch, time was pressing, so they headed directly for Nanyang Village.
Since Yu Daochen couldn't drive, the driving was left to Li Shiyao.
Along the way, Yu Daochen remained in the back, his eyes slightly closed as he cultivated.
Nanshui Town was right next to Jiangdu, a journey of about thirty minutes.
As soon as they entered Nanshui Town, snowflakes began to fall, and a thick layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground.
Due to the snowfall, Nanshui Town was teeming with tourists. This unusual situation had prompted local authorities to cooperate with the supernatural bureau to seal off the entrance to Nanyang Village.
Li Shiyao casually found a restaurant and stopped, planning to eat lunch before entering the village.
As soon as Yu Daochen entered the restaurant, his gaze fell upon a table of customers. Cultivators were different from ordinary people; they possessed an aura. And that table of customers had an aura.
"I didn't expect to encounter people from the martial world in this town. The allure of this opportunity is quite significant."
Li Shiyao and Yu Daochen found a seat. A waiter approached, handed Li Shiyao the menu, and asked, "What would you two like to eat?"
Li Shiyao didn't look at the menu. She handed it directly to Yu Daochen, indicating he should choose what he wanted. Yu Daochen took the menu, glanced at it, and handed it back. "Anything is fine."
It wasn't that Yu Daochen didn't want to order, but the dishes on the menu were simply too expensive.
Li Shiyao took the menu and looked at the dishes, her brow furrowing.
"Why are the dishes here so expensive? A plate of stir-fried pork with cilantro costs one hundred and fifty yuan. Even more outrageous, a plate of smashed cucumbers is seventy-six yuan. This is simply a rip-off!"
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