Three days later.
In the faint light of dawn, the morning sun had just begun to rise. On the streets of Black Mountain County, a Jianghu wanderer wearing a bamboo hat that concealed his face walked forward, sword in hand. Dodging through the crowd, he slipped into a teahouse.
"Waiter, serve the tea!"
This secretive, bearded Jianghu Han called out calmly in a low voice. Immediately, a waiter approached, bringing a pot of tea. The waiter then asked attentively, "Guest, what kind of pastries would you like?"
"Just bring whatever."
The bearded Jianghu Han took out an ingot of silver taels and placed it openly on the wooden table. He casually glanced at a roof at the end of the street outside the teahouse, pretending to ask inadvertently, "That residence is truly magnificent! Waiter, do you know whose estate that is in the county?"
"You aren't a local, are you, guest?"
