The boldest few dared to slightly peek from behind the Master, looking at the stone tablet.
"Sharing Stele?
"It appeared on its own?"
Bai Mo instinctively looked at the lower half of the stone tablet, at those grids.
Sure enough, the first grid was no longer blank, but had a few lines of text, in the common script of the Nine Kingdoms.
[Miao Shou Immortal]
[Yangpeng Lake]
[Master of Hundred Bones]
Miao Shou Immortal's disciple, Yangpeng Lake, has advanced to Sequence Six?
And this [Master of Hundred Bones]... Immortal Martial?
...
In the roadside noodle shop, the dim lights flickered, the walls, floor, and tables were greasy.
A man with a stubbly beard sat by the dinner table, picking up a big white noodle, grinning at his phone.
"Hahaha, folks, look at West State's belt noodles!
"Honestly, these noodles are really chewy!"
[Brother Jiu, you're eating belt noodles, no worries, but at least go to a high-end noodle shop, right?]
