The food and drink were served, and Mo Wangchen savored them alone.
He ate slowly, and the cultivators who were talking about him earlier had long departed, replaced by several groups of new guests.
"Old man, could you please bring me that jug of wine?"
In the evening, with the sunset glow filling the horizon, Mo Wangchen still had not left. The tavern had fewer and fewer guests, now leaving him as its sole occupant.
"Sir, this dish has gotten cold. Shall I heat it up for you?"
The elder approached with a jug of wine in hand, smiling cheerfully at Mo Wangchen.
"No need for the trouble."
Mo Wangchen shook his head. The food was indeed delicious, but he was merely indulging his taste buds, as he was already full. The wine, however, was quite good, prompting him to stay until now.
