Li Ling took a deep look at Ye Chen and walked out of the room, leaving the restless Manager You behind.
Since he had made a mistake, he had to make up for it himself. With a face full of remorse, Manager You said, "Master Ye, I was blinded by a ghost and did something that offended you. Please don't take it to heart, Master Ye. From now on, there will always be an empty private room in Xilai Restaurant, waiting for your arrival.
Ye Chen did not plan to blame the shopkeeper, since it was not easy for him to do anything. Everything he did had to be done according to other people's wishes, and if he was not careful, he might offend someone. Before this, if he did not kick Ye Chen and Wu Zongming out, he would offend Tang Manlou.
"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. It's just that we haven't finished our meal. Find us a place, even outside, but don't chase us away," Ye Chen said lightly.
"Yes, yes, I will do it for you right away." Manager You was so grateful that he bowed and retreated.
After Manager You left, Wu Zongming looked at the broken Chen room and shook his head. He said firmly, "This time, no matter what price I have to pay, I must get a Zhen Restoration Pill."
Ye Chen said, "Although there will be some side effects, as long as you can control it, it won't be a big problem."
To a warrior, cultivation was a way to go against the natural order. As long as one's heart was not corrupted, there was no need to worry.
Soon, Manager You arranged a place for the two of them in the hall on the second floor and personally served them food and wine. He was very enthusiastic.
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Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
The third day.
Early morning.
Light rain fell from the gloomy sky, sprinkling evenly on the ground of the Forgotten City.
In the north of the central part of the Forgotten City, there was a magnificent building. It was stable and 30 meters tall. There was a huge board hanging above the door, with five majestic golden words carved on it – Northwest Auction House.
Looking down from the sky, there were dozens of people around the huge Northwest Auction House, rushing towards the auction house along the streets or alleys. Among them, there were rich and powerful people sitting in palanquins, noblewomen raising low-level demonic beast pets, and young elites riding fine horses. Of course, there were even more unfamiliar martial artists, which made up 70% of the total number of people.
Outside the gate, Ye Chen looked at the words on the board and walked in side by side with Wu Zongming.
"You two are?" The receptionist outside the door could tell that the young man was extraordinary at first glance, so she hurriedly came over to ask. After all, a person of noble status could not sit in the ordinary seats like the others.
Wu Zongming said, "This is a direct descendant of the Ye Clan, Ye Chen. I am a descendant of the Wu Clan."
"The Ye Family, one of the Eight Great Families. This way, please. I'll take you to a private room." The receptionist secretly rejoiced. As a receptionist, she must have good eyesight. Although she did not know some people, she could tell a thing or two from their temperament. She must not treat them as ordinary people and neglect them. The young man in front of her was actually a direct descendant of the Ye Clan, so he was definitely of noble status. Although there were many Wu Clans mentioned, to be able to walk together with a direct descendant of the Ye Clan, it must be the most powerful Wu Clan.
Walking in front, the receptionist in a thin silk dress twisted her waist. She was already thinking about how generous the reward would be when the higher-ups knew about this.
The auction house was very big, even more magnificent than the auction house in Ye Chen's world. The surrounding walls were inlaid with many gold and crystal stones, forming a beautiful pattern. It did not look vulgar at all, but instead gave people a sense of joy.
The private room for the two was directly opposite the stone auction stage to the left.
The private room was not big, and there were not many things inside. There were only a few beast leather chairs and a red sandalwood table filled with snacks and fruits. There were some landscape paintings on the wall.
"If you need any service, you can tell me. I'll be right outside." She was not the only receptionist. Each of them was in charge of a private room.
Ye Chen said, "Okay."
The receptionist walked out and closed the door. Wu Zongming sat down on the beast leather chair. It was soft and had a nice fragrance.
"Private rooms are great. There are even beast leather chairs to sit on."
Ye Chen sat on the leather chair next to Wu Zongming and laughed, "That's all? You are the second young master of the Wu Clan after all."
"Don't mention it. The inheritance of the Wu Clan will not be mine. I don't care anyway. I'll just be an outer elder in the Sky Cloud Martial School." Wu Zongming put a grape in his mouth and said.
Ye Chen shook his head and did not say anything. His goal was simple. He wanted to become stronger and explore the mysteries of the world.
In the third private room, there were five young people sitting there.
The one on the left was Tang Manlou, who had been defeated by Ye Chen last night. Sitting next to him was the pretty girl, Li Ling. The one sitting in the middle was a young man wearing a purple and gold robe. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old. His eyebrows were very thick and sharp like blades. His eyes were shining brightly like two shiny black gems. His legs were very long, about three to four inches longer than a normal person's. As he sat there, boundless pressure filled the entire private room. It was obvious that he was the leader of the five.
The two people on the right of the young man were wearing the same purple robe as Li Ling. They did not have any gold robes. They had a powerful aura, which was no weaker than Tang Manlou's.
"Tang Manlou, I haven't seen you for half a year. Your cultivation has improved a lot." The young man caressed the storage ring on his finger and said casually.
Tang Manlou had a complicated look on his face. He said, "Not as good as you, Ouyang Ming. You have the title of 'Little Godly Legs'. I don't know how many people have been killed by your legs."
"Of course. In the whole Windy Nation, except for the Young Master Emerald who has already reached the Clasping Yuan Realm, our brother Ouyang is one of the most powerful martial artists." One of the two people on the right said.
"Of course, of course. But I heard that this time, the third disciple of the North Snow Martial Academy, 'North Snow Fast Blade' Lynch will also come. I am afraid that he is also here for that great blade." Sitting with the young man, Tang Manlou always felt inferior. He could not help but use the name 'Lynch' to pressure the young man.
Ouyang Ming sneered, "'North Snow Fast Blade' Lynch. I will fight him sooner or later. Let's see which is more powerful, his blade or mine." Although his title was' Little Godly Legs', his blade art was also very powerful. It was not weaker than his leg art. However, there were too many people who used blades, especially in the North Snow Martial Academy. That was why he was called 'Little Godly Legs'.
Right at that moment, a human figure suddenly appeared on the crystal glass in front of them.
The human figure was wearing a snow-white robe. He was tall and skinny. He seemed to be walking very slowly, but the waitress behind him could not keep up with him. She almost fell down. She looked like she had seen a ghost. Judging from his temperament, the human figure was very impressive. However, when people looked at his face, they were very disappointed. Because he had a very ordinary face, so ordinary that they would not be able to find him in a crowd.
"Lynch." Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed like lightning in the air. He slightly lowered his center of gravity, which made the sturdy leather chair creak.
As if he had sensed Ouyang Ming's gaze, the human figure turned his head and looked into Ouyang Ming's eyes.
The waitress was very confused. The crystal glass could only show the outside from the inside, but not from the outside. Why did this disciple of the North Snow Martial Academy look like he was looking at a person?
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