The tavern was not upscale, and the few spirit meals it offered were not pleasing to the eye, but to everyone's surprise, the taste was exceptionally good.
Especially a dish of honey-roasted rocky mountain sheep leg, sweet and savory, crispy on the outside but tender inside, showing the chef's remarkable skill.
Just as Wang Chen was thoroughly enjoying his meal, several cultivators wearing tight-fitting clothes and with burly physiques entered the tavern.
Their aggressive demeanor made it clear they were up to no good!
"Biao, what do you want to do?"
The tavern owner, who stood behind the counter, immediately stepped forward to block them, "Don't start trouble, please!"
It was obvious that the tavern owner knew these people and his eyes conveyed a hint of wariness.
The leader was a high-tier Purple Mansion cultivator with a fierce face, who snorted, "I'm not here to cause trouble, just looking for someone!"
"Come out!"