The young leader scolded, and his subordinates returned to their seats.
The people who had just stood up in the tavern also sat down, but they all glared at them, wary of these outsiders who had waged wars before. They never had any goodwill towards them.
"Boss, sorry about that," the young man apologized, "Since there are no seats, we won’t insist. We’ll find another place." After speaking, the young man cupped his hands in respect and sat back down.
At this time, Tianmiao slowly lifted her head, glanced at the young man, and quickly withdrew her gaze without speaking.
This group of outsiders left after finishing their drinks.
Xu Lang walked to the counter and asked Tianmiao, "Boss Tian, what are these Mongolians planning to do in our Central Plains?"
"Perhaps it’s for the Martial Arts Tournament?" Tianmiao said casually, while fiddling with the abacus.
"What? For the Martial Arts Tournament? What are their intentions? Are they planning something bad?" Tang Fengyue leaned in, hearing their conversation, and spoke with a frown.
"We absolutely cannot let them sabotage our Martial Arts Tournament. I’ll find people to keep an eye on them," Xu Lang said coldly.
"Right. Keep an eye on them, and if they dare act rashly, we’ll kill them," Tang Fengyue nodded firmly.
"I’m afraid not. If something happens here, Mongolia just might use it as an excuse to send troops. Although we signed a peace treaty, I never felt that this group would abide by the agreement. They will break it as soon as they find an excuse," Xu Lang shook his head, stopping Tang Fengyue’s thought.
"That’s really tricky," Tang Fengyue gritted his teeth. As the eldest son of the Tang Sect, he was well aware of the situation. The Mongolian Clan had always been covetous, and although the court did not fear them, it was unwilling to start a war. The current emperor was a benevolent ruler, understanding the suffering that conflicts bring to the people.
"I’ll find people to keep an eye on them first," Xu Lang said, and then left like a gust of wind.
Tang Fengyue snorted coldly and muttered under his breath, "These war-mongers, someday I’ll assassinate them all."
Hearing this, the corners of Tianmiao’s mouth curved slightly. This kid’s methods are indeed simple and crude.
The Martial Arts Tournament was approaching day by day. Xu Lang kept a strict watch on the Mongolian group without any relaxation. But oddly, this group of Mongolians adhered to the law, and apart from going out to buy things, they stayed obediently at the inn without venturing out. They didn’t contact any suspicious individuals either. Xu Lang initially thought these people might collude with court officials, but under close surveillance, no such thing was found.
The Martial Arts Tournament finally convened, and Tianmiao’s tavern had long been closed. She, along with Kong Hou, Dong Xiao, Dugu Yan, and Xu Lang’s party, went to Wudang a day ahead. Wudang warmly welcomed this group. Wudang Sect Leader was very curious about the Black Lotus rumored in the martial world.
He had long wanted to meet this legendary figure, but the tavern’s entrance fee had kept him from descending the mountain to see this remarkable woman. To be able to have someone like Dugu Yan, a solitary swordsman, working as an attendant was certainly no small feat.
Now, finally seeing her, the Wudang Sect Leader’s assessment of Tianmiao was encapsulated in four words: Returning to the True.
He couldn’t fathom Tianmiao’s actual cultivation at all. The feeling Tianmiao gave him was of someone who had merged into the world, transcending the ordinary.
To think someone could cultivate to this level! The Wudang Sect Leader was utterly shocked.
Finally, the day of the Martial Arts Tournament arrived. Sect Leader invited Tianmiao to sit on the high platform, in the best spot to watch this grand event.