Old Turtle took a moment to recover. Hearing Mark Gu’s words, he instinctively opened his mouth to speak but swallowed his words instead.
Having just been slapped by Ambrose Lu, it was better to stay quiet for now.
He immediately shut his mouth, maintaining a polite yet slightly lecherous smile.
“Come in.”
Ambrose said as he stepped over the threshold.
“Senior Turtle, let’s go in too.”
Mark Gu whispered as he supported Old Turtle.
“Bah, who needs your help? Your Grandpa Turtle isn’t that weak!”
Old Turtle pulled his hand away and swaggered inside.
Mark Gu could only smile wryly.
The master hit Senior Turtle, and Senior Turtle took it out on him, a small fry… Life was tough.
Inside the tavern.
The scenery was unexpectedly picturesque, with towering mountains and flowing waters, shrouded in mist. The environment was serene, with the gentle sound of zither music filling the air, creating a unique atmosphere.
Mark Gu introduced, “Master, this tavern is protected by a formation, so…”
Before he could finish, Old Turtle spat and said, “Nonsense, if even you know, how could the master not?”
He then looked at Ambrose Lu with a silly grin, “Right, Master?”
At that moment, two graceful figures emerged from the mist, quickly approaching Ambrose and his companions.
“Honored guests, you’re in luck. We have one spot left in the tavern. Please follow us~”
The two female cultivators smiled sweetly and turned to lead the way.
“Heh, these two little cultivators aren’t bad looking,” Old Turtle commented, staring at their backs.
Mark Gu’s mouth twitched, “Master, please.”
The three of them followed the female cultivators.
Soon, Ambrose and his companions arrived at a lake, boarded a bamboo raft, and drifted to a pavilion in the center of the lake.
Inside the pavilion.
“Honored guests, what can we get for you?”
One of the female cultivators asked with a smile, her eyes mostly on Ambrose.
She could tell that Ambrose was the central figure among the three. Besides, looking at a youthful and ethereal young man was far more pleasant than looking at two old men.
Mark Gu glanced at Ambrose and smiled, “Miss, we came to your tavern for the famous ‘Spring Breeze Ten Miles Brew.’”
The female cultivator understood and waved her sleeve over the table.
Immediately, several wine jugs appeared.
A light fragrance of wine filled the pavilion.
Old Turtle sniffed, looking indifferent. He wasn’t averse to alcohol, but he didn’t particularly love it either. He preferred beauty over wine.
“Enjoy your drinks. We’ll go prepare some dishes.”
The female cultivator smiled and was about to leave with the other.
Suddenly, Old Turtle grabbed the hand of the female cultivator in front of him!
Everyone except Ambrose was shocked!
The female cultivator turned, looked at her hand being held, then raised her head to stare at Old Turtle, suppressing her anger and asked, “Honored guest, what are you doing?”
Old Turtle glanced at Ambrose, coughed, reluctantly let go of her hand, and smiled, “As for the dishes, one of you can go prepare them. The other should stay; we have some questions.”
The female cultivator relaxed a bit when he let go, smiled again, and signaled to the other to leave. After the other left, she turned back and said, “Honored guest, you should have said so earlier. You scared me. I thought our service was lacking.”
Old Turtle squinted at her and said, “How could your service be lacking? I grabbed you purely to ask about the plaque in your tavern. Otherwise, why would I grab you? Your Grandpa Turtle is a gentleman, right, Mark?”
He then looked at Mark Gu, not daring to ask Ambrose.
Mark Gu, who was pouring wine for Ambrose, paused and quickly nodded, “Yes, yes, Senior Turtle is indeed a gentleman.”
The female cultivator believed them and completely relaxed.
The white-haired old man seemed kind and honest, and since he vouched for the hunched old man, it must be true.
“I see. Honored guest, are you interested in naming the plaque?”
The female cultivator asked with a smile.
“No, we don’t want to name the plaque. We want to meet the owner of this tavern.”
Old Turtle replied.
Have his master name the plaque? This tavern wasn’t worthy of the Immortal Emperor of Longevity’s name.
In his opinion, the tavern owner should just offer their finest brew willingly.
“Uh, honored guests, I’m sorry, but our owner never meets anyone unless the plaque is successfully named.”
The female cultivator said apologetically, but she was already feeling impatient.
These people clearly couldn’t name the plaque, yet they wanted to meet the owner… Ridiculous.
Even Karl Jiang, the ancestor of Purple Extreme Thunder Peak, couldn’t name the plaque. He tried to use his late-stage Tribulation Crossing cultivation to meet the owner directly, but left in disgrace.
This was known only to the tavern’s staff.
If it got out, it would cause a huge stir in the cultivation world.
“Heh, never meets anyone? Quite the big deal.” Old Turtle sneered, “Alright then, tell me, is your owner in the tavern right now?”
The female cultivator’s face changed slightly, “What are you planning? I advise you not to cause trouble in our tavern!”
Mark Gu’s face changed slightly, and he instinctively looked at Ambrose, who was quietly drinking.
“You’re overreacting. We just want to meet your owner. How is that causing trouble? Heh… So the owner is here. In that case, let your Grandpa Turtle invite them out!”
Old Turtle said, then waved his sleeve!
Boom!
The formation protecting the tavern shook violently!
Many cultivators drinking elsewhere looked alarmed, but the shaking quickly subsided.
They were confused, not knowing what had happened.
Meanwhile,
In the pavilion where Ambrose and his companions were, a figure in a white dress appeared.
She had a graceful figure, her face covered by a light veil, and her fair skin was tempting. But her eyes, looking at Old Turtle, held shock, a hint of joy, and disbelief.
“Owner!”
The female cultivator was shocked and quickly bowed.
Mark Gu was also stunned, staring at the woman in the white dress. Was this the legendary owner of the Nameless Tavern?
Following the master and Senior Turtle today was truly an eye-opener.
The woman in the white dress composed herself, looked at Old Turtle, and said calmly, “Why are you causing trouble in my tavern?”
Old Turtle glanced cautiously at Ambrose, who was calmly drinking, then looked at the woman in the white dress and squinted, “Oh, I didn’t expect the owner of this tavern to be such a beauty.”
The woman in the white dress remained patient, “Why are you causing trouble in my tavern?”
Old Turtle stood up slowly, stroked his beard, and said arrogantly,
“No reason. Your Grandpa Turtle is powerful and does as he pleases. It’s that simple.”
Ambrose raised an eyebrow, and Old Turtle quickly added with a sheepish smile, “Except for the master!!”
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