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In the Dahua Empire, within the Imperial City, between streets that weren't particularly bustling, there was an inconspicuous little alleyway. Here, there stood a tavern that didn't seem very upscale, its sign shimmering with colorful lights day and night.

Behind the bar of the tavern, there always seemed to be a young man standing there. He wore a white shirt with a well-fitted vest over it, radiating a sense of scholarly charm and amiability.

He stood there, cradling a crystal-clear glass in his hands, meticulously wiping it down, ensuring it was spotless.

This young man was named Du Jia, who seldom spoke and exuded gentle elegance. He simply stood there like a deity, overlooking the common folk chattering within the bar.

In reality, the tavern rarely collected any fees, and those who truly came to drink seldom went out of their way to this secluded spot for such an unremarkable establishment.