Could it be that he came to the wrong place? The decoration and the service staff did not look like a grocery store, but some kind of special occasion.
"Excuse me, is this a grocery store?"
Du Feng did not dare to go in directly, but stood at the door and asked first. If he went in and did not buy anything, he would be embarrassed to come out.
"Yes, the grocery store is at your service."
The beautiful maid at the door gave Du Feng an affirmative answer. Her words were full of affection, which made Du Feng a little confused.
"Is it really a grocery store, the kind that sells groceries?"
He confirmed again, for fear that he was wrong.
"Hahaha …"
The maid was amused by his seriousness, and her teeth were especially white. Generally, when a girl laughed, she would cover her mouth, but this maid was very generous and did not deliberately cover her mouth.
"Sir, you can rest assured that everything you need is inside, and I guarantee that you will be satisfied."
Uh … Du Feng heard this sentence and was sure that he would be satisfied, but he still felt that it was a little inappropriate. But when the maid pulled his arm, he dizzily walked in. As soon as he entered the door, there was a screen, so he could not see what was inside the store from the outside. On the screen, there was a young man drinking wine with a gourd in his hand.
This young man was thin, and his appearance could only be regarded as average. He was not handsome. But for some reason, he always gave people a sense of majesty and inviolability.
"Is this your boss?"
Du Feng also asked casually, because such a luxurious store would not easily put someone else's portrait in such an important position.
"No, the one opposite him is our boss."
The maid pointed to another person in the painting, who was wearing white clothes similar to Du Feng's, and the collar and cuffs were also ironed with gold. This person was holding a very beautiful sword, and he was also very handsome. But judging from the composition of the image, his status should be lower than that of the skinny young man.
Because the young man was sitting on a big rock with his legs crossed, drinking wine, and he was standing obediently at the side with a sword in his hand. The two seemed to be talking about something. Above was a little starry sky, expressed in simple ink.
"What's the name of your boss?"
Du Feng thought for a moment. Since they were a grocery store, the boss's surname should be Fang.
"Our boss is called Fang Yin. Haven't you heard of him?"
The maid seemed to be infatuated with her boss. When she talked about him, her face was full of worship. However, this name was unfamiliar to Du Feng. When he was in the Mortal World, he had a friend named Fang Tian, who looked similar to the Fang Yin in the painting.
Since Shangguan Yun was a descendant of the Protoss, maybe his friend Fang Tian also had some relationship with Fang Yin.
Of course, this was just Du Feng's guess. After all, Fang Tian was just a friend of his from the mortal world. To be precise, he was a friend he met in the Dongzhou Continent. Since he ascended to the Heaven Realm, there had been no news of Fang Tian. Even the male ghost cultivator in the Flourishing Flowers City did not find him.
"Sorry, I just arrived in the Divine World. Is your boss very famous?"
Du Feng was indeed a little embarrassed. The maid admired her boss so much, but he had never heard of it before. The problem was that Shangguan Erjun had never mentioned it before. Could it be that he was ignorant?
"Our boss is not famous, but his friend is. He is the person in the painting."
The maid seemed to be very interested in talking about their boss. She pointed to the thin man in the painting to Du Feng. Just as she was pointing and wanted to say something, a new customer came into the store.
It was a master of the Celestial Thearch Realm. The first thing he did when he entered the door was to bow to the painting. Then, he lowered his head and walked around the screen to do some shopping in the store. This scene stunned Du Feng. He thought to himself, "What's going on? Is the person in the painting famous? Why don't I know him?"
"Who is your boss's friend? He is very influential."
Du Feng was really stunned. There was such a famous person in Gold City, but he didn't know. He had always thought that the City Lord was the person with the highest status in Gold City. But even the Celestial Thearchs weren't so respectful to the City Lord. Especially the Celestial Thearchs with powerful family backgrounds. They weren't very respectful to the City Lord.
But when they saw the painting, it was as if they saw their ancestors. They were even more humble than worshipping their ancestors. If it wasn't for the fact that the store was facing the street, they would probably kowtow a few times.
Just as Du Feng was asking, another person came in. This time, it was a middle-aged man with a mustache. He was Qiu Daozhang's son. He dared to oppose the City Lord of Gold City. He must have some disciples.
"This is the Holy Lord, Yuan Tian. He is the pride of us humans. There is no harm in you bowing to him."
As he said this, Du Feng also realized that the people worshipping the painting were all human cultivators. Everyone in the Divine World had their own Deity Positions. However, when human cultivators cultivated to become Gods, they were different from the Primordial Deities. First of all, their beliefs were different.
The Primordial Gods worshipped their Primordial Gods. That was because the Primordial Gods created the Divine World.
The human cultivators worshipped the young man in the painting. He was so thin that he looked ordinary. The middle-aged man with the mustache was already arrogant enough. He didn't even care about the City Lord of Gold City because of his powerful father. But when he mentioned Yuan Tian, he addressed him as the Holy Lord. His attitude was very humble.
"I see. Thank you for the reminder!"
Du Feng didn't know how to retort. He pretended to bow a few times. When he bowed to the painting, he glanced at the face of the person in the painting.
Huh? What happened just now? Why did that Yuan Tian blink at me?
Du Feng quickly rubbed his eyes and carefully observed the painting. But when he looked closely, he couldn't see any clues. It was just an ordinary painting. Apart from the quality of the paper, there didn't seem to be anything special.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
The maid noticed that Du Feng's expression wasn't right, so she asked him out of concern.
"No, it's nothing. Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me."
Du Feng couldn't possibly say that the so-called Holy Lord in the painting had blinked at him, right? That would be misunderstood. Everyone treated Yuan Tian like a Holy Lord. If he said that the Holy Lord blinked mischievously, he would probably be beaten to death by all the human cultivators in Gold City.
"Oh, please come in."
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