In the Cyan Dragon Restaurant.
The first-floor hall was packed with people.
Shen Xuan briefly swept his Divine Sense over, scanning over a dozen tables, each occupied by two or three people.
It was still early morning.
"Business is good here."
Shen Xuan nodded slightly.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, Old Yu wouldn't deceive you. Many guests from the Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion love to enjoy a bowl of authentic Profound Water Turtle Soup here, nourishing themselves before heading home."
Old Yu had a look that all men understood.
A bit sleazy, yet not unpleasant.
"Let's head to a private room on the second floor."
"Alright."
Quickly, Old Yu led Shen Xuan to an elegant private room on the second floor.
The restaurant's staff courteously entered to serve them.
"What would you like, sir? Our Profound Water Turtle Soup is a local specialty."
Shen Xuan casually asked, "Oh, what's the story behind it?"
