A moment later.
Andrew Chen took a deep breath, forcibly retracting his gaze, and whispered, "Let's sit over there for now."
The butler swallowed dryly and followed Andrew to the seats, knowing that this matter couldn't be rushed.
From Andrew's reaction, he could tell that the man in the cyan robe might really be the legendary immortal!
Soon, the two of them sat nervously at a table diagonally across from Ambrose Lu, from where they could see his profile.
***
"Here are your Peach Blossom Wines, enjoy."
The waiter placed two jugs of Peach Blossom Wine on the table, glanced discreetly at Andrew and the butler's strange attire, and then retreated.
The butler whispered, "Town Master, we…"
Andrew withdrew his gaze from Ambrose and whispered, "Let's drink first."
Andrew appeared calm on the surface, but his white-knuckled grip on the cup revealed his tension.
"Yes." The butler picked up the jug to pour the wine, his hand trembling slightly.
Naturally, Ambrose noticed all of this.
Ambrose didn't look at them, quietly drinking his wine, feeling a bit helpless inside.
Being handsome and having a good temperament could save a lot of trouble, but it also attracted a lot of trivial matters.
At this moment, Andrew finally couldn't hold back any longer. He and the butler, holding their wine cups, approached Ambrose, bowed slightly, and said, "Sir, we see that you are extraordinary and must come from a great family. We admire you greatly and wish to offer you a toast."
As the saying goes, a smiling face invites no harm. Ambrose nodded slightly at them but didn't raise his cup.
Seeing this, Andrew and the butler quickly raised their cups and drank them down.
After drinking, they felt awkward, not knowing what to do next. The pressure in front of this cyan-robed man was immense!
After a long pause, Andrew finally stammered, "Sir, may we sit here and drink with you?"
Seeing that Ambrose still didn't speak, Andrew's face turned slightly pale, feeling at a loss.
"Don't waste your effort. Your bones are not suited for cultivation."
Suddenly, Ambrose, who had been silent, put down his cup and looked at Andrew, saying slowly.
Andrew and the butler felt a chill down their spines!
As expected of an immortal, he knew their intentions even before they spoke!
But soon, Andrew's pupils contracted, and he trembled, "Sir, am I really not suited for cultivation?"
Ambrose nodded slightly.
Andrew staggered, his eyes losing their luster.
"Town Master…" The butler quickly supported him.
The commotion naturally caught the attention of the other patrons, as well as the innkeeper and the waiter.
The patrons first glanced respectfully at Ambrose, then curiously at the heavily wrapped Andrew and the butler, not knowing their intentions.
The innkeeper frowned slightly, surprised that someone was disturbing the cyan-robed man's drinking, and signaled the waiter with his eyes.
The waiter shivered and quickly walked over, frowning at Andrew and the butler, "Gentlemen, please do not disturb other patrons."
"No harm done," Ambrose said softly.
The waiter was stunned and retreated silently.
"Sir, do you have a place to stay in Moyu Town? If not, you are welcome to rest at my humble abode," Andrew said, though feeling dejected, he thought that if he could invite the immortal to his home, there might be a chance.
After speaking, he looked at Ambrose with extreme longing.
Ambrose glanced at the sky and said softly, "Then I'll trouble you."
Andrew's body trembled with joy, "It's no trouble at all, it's my honor!"
The butler was also excited, thinking he might have a chance to witness the legendary immortal arts!
"Sit," Ambrose said.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Andrew nodded like a pecking chicken, quickly sitting down with the butler, both of them extremely cautious.
Only then did they see Ambrose's face clearly, and they were even more amazed. No wonder he was an immortal; he was so otherworldly, like a pure lotus.
He gave off a very clean feeling. The butler swore he had never seen such a person in his life.
Although Andrew had seen Cultivationer before, he found that this one seemed even more extraordinary!
"Sir, if the food and wine are not enough, feel free to order more. It's on me!" Andrew patted his chest, trying hard to please.
Seeing Andrew's unusual enthusiasm, the butler sighed inwardly. The Town Master was not usually like this.
"The weather is hot. Aren't you uncomfortable in such attire?" Ambrose swirled the wine in his cup and said softly.
Andrew's body trembled, thinking the Cultivationer was displeased. After all, covering their faces like this was indeed impolite, especially in front of an Cultivationer. He quickly said, "Yes, it's very uncomfortable. You are right, sir!"
After speaking, he signaled the butler, and they both removed their hats, though their hearts were still in their throats…
Sure enough, the patrons in the tavern who occasionally glanced over were stunned!
"Town Master!!"
The patrons immediately became agitated. The Town Master was actually drinking in this small tavern?!
They quickly stood up and ran over, bowing fearfully, "We humble citizens greet the Town Master!"
The suddenly noisy tavern left the innkeeper and the waiter stunned!
One of the strangely dressed men was actually their Town Master?!
The waiter's face turned pale as he looked at the innkeeper, thinking, "I'm done for, the innkeeper has really gotten me into trouble."
He had just been bossing around the Town Master…
Andrew glanced awkwardly at Ambrose, then signaled the butler.
The butler understood and sternly said, "Return to your seats. Can't you see the Town Master is drinking with the immortal… sir?"
The patrons quickly nodded and returned to their seats, not daring to speak.
They all looked at Ambrose with reverence, thinking that this person was indeed extraordinary as they had suspected!
They weren't fools. From the earlier events, it was easy to deduce that the Town Master had disguised himself to seek out this cyan-robed man.
"Town Master, sir, the food and wine are on the house…" The innkeeper, pale-faced, personally brought more food and wine, carefully placing them on the table before retreating without daring to lift his head.
Andrew looked at Ambrose, who remained calm, and smiled nervously, "Sir, I am ashamed to say, I am the Town Master of Moyu Town."
Ambrose nodded, indifferent.
Andrew knew that his position as Town Master meant nothing to an Cultivationer. He quickly picked up the wine jug and poured wine for Ambrose.
"Sir, please."
This scene left the patrons in the tavern dumbfounded.
Who exactly was this cyan-robed man!
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