"Tsk tsk, always feel like something's missing, turns out it's my old goose..."
He shook his head slightly, lamenting to himself.
Now he found himself in this quaint, ancient inn, with a few side dishes on the table and a jug of fine wine in hand. If only there were a couple of pounds of old goose, wouldn't it be more perfect?
"What a pity, what a pity..."
Master Liu sighed and took another sip of wine, but the more he tasted it, the less it satisfied him.
"Such a beautiful setting, with wine and meat, I wonder why this senior keeps sighing?"
A voice suddenly interjected from the side.
Pei Laoliu turned to see a young man in a white robe.
After speaking, the man cupped his hands, his treasure sword in hand was luxurious and imposing, clearly not ordinary on just the first glance.
"My name is Yan Jiantong, may I sit here?"
Pei Laoliu looked around and indeed found the inn already crowded; this person clearly wished to share a table with him.
