Song Yan squinted and observed the surroundings, then grabbed a piece of silver ingot, pinched off a sesame-sized piece in front of him, and said, "One bowl, please."
The middle-aged man collected the money and quickly prepared the wontons.
Before long, a steaming bowl of wontons appeared in front of Song Yan.
Song Yan wiped his chopsticks and ate the wontons while perceiving his surroundings.
About halfway through eating, he swept his Divine Sense around but still found nothing.
'What exactly is it?'
He frowned, pondering.
The middle-aged man saw his worried expression and noticed the lack of customers around, so he plopped down beside him on the long bench and laughed, "Today you have wine, today you should be merry. In this world, human life is as cheap as grass, and you, young master, at least have a bowl of wontons today, so why be sad? Hahaha!"
