"Where did I scare him?" Yun Shou was both amused and exasperated. It was rare to see an old acquaintance in the simulation. He had just used his internal energy to shake the other person's hand away, so how could he be mistaken for a senior?
Yun Shou gave a wry smile, shrugged, touched his nose, narrowed his eyes, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his gaze.
"It seems like I've triggered another strange butterfly effect."
Because... Yun Shou's exceptionally strong nature made his internal energy incredibly powerful. Zhang Xiaoran had never met a true master of internal energy, and only knew that Yun Shou's internal energy was far stronger than his martial arts master's.
Being slightly stronger might make someone a genius, but being that much stronger can only mean possessing the legendary "罡劲" (gangjin, a type of internal energy cultivation technique).
Yun Shou left the arena registration area, just as he had planned that morning.
Today we're going on a day trip to Qingcheng.
At noon, he wandered into a large restaurant.
The signboard in front of the restaurant listed several signature dishes and praised by famous figures and martial arts heroes. In an inconspicuous corner of the signboard, Yun Shou noticed some markings.
The presence of the Qinghe Gang's mark indicates that the restaurant is either owned by the Qinghe Gang, or has been protected by the Qinghe Gang after paying protection money; or the Qinghe Gang is a partner or supplier of the restaurant.
Yun Shou shook his pocket and found that he had two and a half taels of loose silver and a few dozen copper coins left.
A meal at a restaurant of this size is enough, but it's not enough to satisfy your appetite.
He strode in, and a waiter, seeing the young hero's imposing presence, hurriedly came to greet him.
"Give me a small private room."
Yun Shou sat on an expensive wooden chair, picked up the bamboo-carved menu, and ordered more than a dozen main dishes. The waiter gasped at the young hero's air of nobility and immediately wrote down the numbers on a piece of paper with an ink stick.
"Sir, your food will be here shortly. Do you have any other guests? We need to settle our accounts first..."
Yun Shou snorted coldly and threw out the gang leader's token.
“Keep the accounts with Qinghe’s help.”
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(?′ω`? ) Presented at dawn
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