Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Everyone naturally didn't mind and followed the waiter to a round table in the corner.


Every round table in this hall could seat ten guests, so their party of five had more than enough room to sit comfortably.


Not far from them stood an eight-panel screen, taller than a person, and behind it, they could hear people talking.


Behind the screen, there were private seats.


After sitting down, Yang Jianqing didn't look at the menu and directly ordered a few dishes, gesturing to the waiter to serve the food, showing that he was indeed a regular here.


Being able to eat here often probably didn't mean, as Yang Jianqing himself said, that he had a moderate family income, but rather that he was from a wealthy family.


The waiter also recognized Yang Jianqing's way of ordering, knowing that he must be a regular patron. This made the waiter's smile even more enthusiastic and respectful.


Chapter 93: Jing City's No. 1 Restaurant_3