The lively tavern seemed to have returned to its bustling state before it was sealed with dust; every day saw a constant stream of people coming and going, in and out.
At this moment, Li Qingming sat with Man Niu and Long Xuhu at the highest floor of the tavern, his ears pricked up, listening to all sorts of information from every corner.
It was then that two individuals sitting at a table in the northeast corner of the tavern caught Li Qingming's attention.
One of the two had delicate features and wore white robes, while holding a feather fan and wearing a silk scarf; the other was short and skinny with a sleazy face. He was the very culprit behind the disturbances that erupted upon their entry into the city.
"Daoist Leng, since our last parting which was merely a few days ago, we meet again today; naturally, a bout of heavy drinking is in order!" The thin man in black robes sneered slyly, his eyebrows knitting together tightly.
