"There aren't any waiters in this city."
The young man placed the wine and meat on a clearly polished table and then turned around to speak to Han Yu with a peculiar tone.
Han Yu hadn't expected to encounter someone so soon, feeling a bit startled.
To Han Yu, the young man's keen instincts told him that this individual wasn't ordinary.
In this ghostly region of Qingzhou Prefecture, apart from cultivators, ordinary people wouldn't come here. Yet, the person before him didn't reveal a trace of True Essence, which was extremely strange.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have approached him earlier. It was just surprising that, aside from his odd cultivation, the fellow seemed a bit out of sorts.
A person staring blankly at the city wall is one thing, but a cultivator rushing into Qingzhou Prefecture without any knowledge is rare.
Han Yu awkwardly smiled and intended to leave.
