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"It tastes great. Nice culinary skills, boss."

In a restaurant a kilometer away from the Iron Sword Sect, Baili Qingfeng put down his bowl.

"Hehe. I'm glad you like it. It has been passed on for three generations in my family," the boss said with a smile.

"Three generations? Incredible. Your restaurant will be a century-old very soon," Baili Qingfeng said.

"Not that I'm bragging, but many century-old restaurants are not as good as mine."

Listening to the customer's compliments, the boss was in a rather good mood.

Baili Qingfeng nodded. "Since your restaurant has been open for many years, you must know Iron Sword Sect, right? Why are they called Iron Sword Sect when nobody practices sword arts?"