Chapter 926: Black Lotus of the Martial World 28
Huh? Xu Lang felt completely puzzled upon hearing this.
What does Boss Tian mean by this?
It’s so vague.
Not wanting them to die young?
"Boss Tian? What do you mean by this?" Xu Lang asked in confusion.
"If foreigners breach the frontier, what would you do?" Tianmiao asked with a smile.
"Naturally, we’d swear to defend our homeland to the death!" Xu Lang said without thinking, blurting it out.
"Exactly." Tianmiao maintained his smile, "After spending time with you all recently, I’ve found you quite endearing. So consider it a gift from me to you."
Listening to this, Xu Lang felt clouded in mystery. He sensed some implication in Boss Tian’s words but couldn’t determine exactly what it was.
Xu Lang temporarily had no energy to ponder on this issue because Xiangyang City was bustling. The Martial Arts tournament was imminent, and selecting the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch was of utmost importance.
Recently, Xiangyang City saw an increase in martial artists, which naturally led to more disputes.
And Tianmiao had someone change the sign.
A hundred gold for a cup of wine.
Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu stood under the sign, gazing at it for a long time. Then they looked at Tianmiao with mixed emotions.
"Boss Tian, why is it cheaper now?" Xu Lang couldn’t help but ask. Could they get a refund for the difference?
"Small profits attract more sales." Tianmiao smiled, "While the crowd is bigger, we earn more. Of course, the tavern can’t accommodate any more guests. But as early members, your privileges remain."
Alright. Hearing Tianmiao’s additional words, Xu Lang and Shen Hanshu finally felt balanced.
Since the price had dropped significantly, business at the tavern was better, with many guests visiting daily.
However, nobody dared to cause trouble at Tianmiao’s tavern.
Almost all inns in Xiangyang City were fully booked.
On this day, the tavern welcomed some particularly special guests.
Their attire indicated clearly that they were from Mongolia. Leading them was a young man with a cold, sharp presence.
As soon as this group entered, they caught everyone’s attention.
At such a time during the Martial Arts tournament, what were foreigners doing here? Everyone had different thoughts, but they all shared a sense of wariness towards this group of Mongolians.
"Boss, bring the wine." The young man took out several silver notes, slapped them on the table, then instructed his men to buy marinated dishes from across the street. Clearly, he understood the tavern’s business model well.
Kong Hou quickly served the wine and took the silver notes.
Tianmiao stood behind the counter, idly playing with his abacus. He didn’t glance once at the group who had just seated themselves.
The young man stood up, walked over to Tianmiao, and tapped the counter.
"Boss, I heard if you pay enough, you can stay here." The young man’s tone wasn’t a question, but a statement.
"That was before. Not anymore." Tianmiao replied flatly without looking up.
"We can squeeze in, or we can offer those in front a higher price to make room for ourselves." The young man persisted, unwilling to give up.
"There’s no room; no one will make space for you." Tianmiao still didn’t look up, continuing to fiddle with the abacus.
The young man frowned slightly, but despite the boss’s consistently poor attitude and his own bad mood, he didn’t act out. His subordinates, however, began to lose patience, all standing up with their eyes showing hostility, ready to come over.
As soon as this group stood up, several people in the tavern stood up confrontationally, with even fiercer gazes fixed on them, hands poised over their swords. These were all influential figures in the martial world: the amorous wanderer Xu Lang, the Jade Flute gentleman Shen Hanshu, the Demon Sect Leader Sheng Yulin, and the Tang Sect prodigy Tang Fengyue. Tang Fengyue even drew a crossbow, aiming it at the young man.
The young man stepped back two paces, turned to his subordinates, and reprimanded them, "Sit down!"