Shopkeeper Zhang's aura was restrained, making it impossible to gauge his true strength.
But given his age of around thirty-five and his knowledge of Visualization Martial Arts, it was clear he was at least a Veteran Martial Artist, or perhaps even Extraordinary.
Tang Wen was dying to know the answer but didn't dare to be presumptuous.
He took a sip of tea, scheduled a meeting for three days later, and rose to leave the inn's teahouse.
It was now mealtime. As he passed through the inn's main hall, the aroma of meat, wine, and other dishes wafted over.
His stomach full of questions, he decided to sit down right there. A waiter eagerly approached.
Tang Wen pulled out a piece of broken silver and tossed it to him. "Are there any older, more experienced maids available?" he asked.
"Understood, Sir. Please wait a moment."
The waiter felt the silver in his hand, his face breaking into a wide grin.
After pouring a cup of tea, he turned to fetch someone.
