infodatos Chapter 2659 An Old Eatery
Chapter 2659 An Old Eatery
Chapter 2659 An Old Eatery
Hearing the boy's words, Lin Mu couldn't help but feel a bit strange. The standard of living between worlds was so different that it was almost surreal.
If Meng Bai had been in the Xiaofan world, he would be considered a once-in-a-lifetime genius, having reached the peak of the Core Condensation realm at the tender age of fifteen.
Sects would fight over him, and even if he chose not to join one, he could easily establish his own clan or organization without a second thought.
He would enjoy a life of luxury, and so would his descendants for seven generations.
'No wonder some prefer to be the head of a snake rather than the tail of a dragon,' Lin Mu thought to himself.
The two walked through the Back Commons while Meng Bai explained various aspects of it. Lin Mu absorbed all the information, getting a strange sense of nostalgia along with the new experience. @@@@
The boy was rather enthusiastic too, never having met someone who took an interest in the lives of commoners. To him, Lin Mu seemed like a top expert from some powerful clan or at least someone on the same level. The fact that he couldn't sense any qi fluctuations from him only solidified this belief.
After all, it took extreme proficiency in cultivation to suppress one's aura to this extent.
More than that, Lin Mu's demeanor was different. He was nonjudgmental, appreciative even, without a hint of prejudice against those of lower status. Meng Bai had never met an individual like this before.
Even among righteous cultivators, few carried themselves the way Lin Mu did.
A few minutes later, the two reached a building near the end of the narrow street. Wedged between two taller, more dilapidated structures, an alcove in the wall housed an old, weathered door.
The door, its once-rich lacquer now stripped away by time and neglect, hung loosely on rusted hinges, perpetually ajar. The wood was riddled with deep grooves and cracks, its surface marred by the touch of countless hands over the years. A faded cloth banner hung limply beside it, its original colors long since lost, displaying a barely legible name that had been washed away by rain and dust.
The man and woman studied Lin Mu with quiet curiosity. Though he wore simple clothing, its immaculate condition, combined with his composed demeanor and striking features, made it clear that he was no ordinary commoner.
"And what would you like, sir?" the woman asked respectfully. "Pardon us, but we might not have anything worthy of your liking." She bowed slightly, her voice laced with an apology.
"That's fine. Just get me whatever he's having," Lin Mu replied casually.
With that settled, the two took a table in the corner, giving them a bit of privacy.
"Looks like you're a regular here," Lin Mu noted, glancing at Meng Bai.
"Yeah, I help out Mr. Lan and his wife sometimes in exchange for food and a little pay," Meng Bai explained. "This is the cheapest place to get food on the street that isn't bad."
"I see... It does smell good," Lin Mu remarked, his keen senses picking up the nuanced layers of spices and slow-cooked ingredients.
While the food was made using common ingredients, he detected traces of low-grade spirit herbs infused within, adding subtle undertones of medicinal properties to the dishes. It was a clever way to enhance nutrition for those who could not afford true spirit food.
As Lin Mu waited, he caught the hushed conversation between the owners.
"Whom did Meng Bai bring?" the woman whispered.
"I can't tell... He doesn't seem to be from any clan in the city. He might be from a sect, though," Mr. Lan mused.
"You don't think he's in trouble, do you?" Ms. Lan asked, concern flickering in her voice.
"Doesn't seem like it. If Meng Bai were in trouble, he would have already run away," Mr. Lan reasoned. "At the very least, the man doesn't seem dangerous... Less so than some of our usual patrons."