"You wouldn’t want to know." The middle-aged man said softly.
But this answer did not satisfy Xiang Beifei.
With the dim light of the oil lamp, he examined this middle-aged man.
His skin was very pale, and the yellow light couldn’t hide the whiteness of his face. His features were sharply defined, with a hint of sadness between his brows, like a sensitive soul.
Most importantly, this guy not only lacked a system interface, but Xiang Beifei couldn’t even discern what his Heavenly Dao Laws were, even using his usual Yin and Yang eyes didn’t help.
"Opening the door to welcome you doesn’t seem like a good idea, everything’s destroyed now."
The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the inn, which was nearly burned and cracked by Xiang Beifei, and sighed softly again.
A cold aura immediately swept forth, and this aura instantly isolated Xiang Beifei’s black flame. Soon, another wind blew in from outside the street, mending the floor holes burned earlier.
In just a moment, the cracked floor was repaired, and the tables and chairs shattered by "burning Yin" reformed from the darkness, while Xiang Beifei’s "burning Yin" was isolated in an instant.
Xiang Beifei furrowed his brows.
Burning Yang and burning Yin are not invincible; at least if the opponent’s power is far superior, it can be resisted!
Xiang Beifei calmly observed the middle-aged man, the black flame on his body gradually fading away.
"This is not the way to treat guests," he said.
"This is precisely how I treat guests here. When in Rome, do as the Romans do." The middle-aged man responded quietly.
A table appeared in the corridor, and the lamp on it lit up.
He sat down himself, then raised his hand, and a chair lighted down opposite him.
The middle-aged man gestured.
Xiang Beifei didn’t move, staring at the coffin beside him, he asked, "Who are you?"
"The City Lord here."
"The City Lord of Kongcheng?" Xiang Beifei’s eyebrows raised.
"You know my name?" The middle-aged man said in surprise.
"I am called Kongcheng." The middle-aged man said softly.
Is this even considered a name?
"Desolate Kongcheng place, distant old friends." The man who called himself "Kongcheng" sighed to himself, as if recalling some past events, his voice had a touch of melancholy.
After a while, he seemed to come out of his own sorrow.
"There is actually a scent of Osmanthus Wine here!"
Kongcheng looked surprised at the sudden appearance of a pot of wine on the table, immediately pouring himself a cup, holding the wine cup he sniffed gently, as if savoring the fragrant aroma, closing his eyes he seemed somewhat intoxicated.
"Actually?" Xiang Beifei’s eyebrow raised slightly, "In your city, whether there is Osmanthus Wine or not, you don’t know?"
"Indeed, in my city, I didn’t know. Quite ironic, isn’t it?"
Kongcheng gently tasted a sip, his expression very enjoyable, appearing to savor this aged Osmanthus Wine.
"What an interesting person, interesting and responsible." He said softly.
Xiang Beifei’s brows furrowed deeper.
"Won’t you sit?" Kongcheng asked.
Xiang Beifei stood in place, remembering the coffin, originally intending to turn and ask about this coffin’s situation, but when he turned around, that damned coffin unknowingly was close to his back again, only an inch away from his nose.
Xiang Beifei couldn’t help but curse and kicked the coffin away.
"No need to mind it." Kongcheng reminded.
But Xiang Beifei certainly couldn’t truly ignore this coffin, no one would hope this thing always followed them, turning around only to face the coffin up close.
"What is this? Who lies inside?"
Black flames spread over Xiang Beifei again, coldly watching the coffin.
"Your questions seem a bit too much."
"Give a reference answer and I’ll have fewer questions."
For some reason, when he laughed, one couldn’t help but feel a lingering sadness, as if it were a bitter smile.
"Everyone in the world seeks answers, not knowing that answers often come with a cost." Kongcheng said.
"I don’t like playing games with words." Xiang Beifei said.
"How funny, I quite enjoy it." Kongcheng replied with a smile.
He countered Xiang Beifei’s words as if provoking him.
The tone of his voice was even quite punchable.
Because he knew Xiang Beifei couldn’t do anything to him.
Xiang Beifei was silent for a moment.
Then he took large strides to the hallway and sat on a chair.
"Why the sudden change of heart? I thought you like standing." Kongcheng asked, taking another sip of wine.
Xiang Beifei calmly reached for the wine glass on the table, picked up the jug, and at some point, another glass appeared on the table.
He poured himself a glass of wine.
"There are many things I like."
Xiang Beifei also picked up the glass and took a small sip.
The light wine swirled in his throat, pouring down into his stomach, bringing a faint rush, the fragrance of osmanthus lingering between his teeth.
Kongcheng looked at Xiang Beifei with some surprise.
"Aren’t you afraid I might have poisoned the wine?"
Normally, nobody would drink a stranger’s wine without figuring things out first; it’s not wise.
"The wind blows the osmanthus fragrance across the shop, how can one not taste a stranger’s wine?"
Xiang Beifei put down the glass, looked at it, and nodded slightly: "Good wine!"
Kongcheng’s gaze flickered slightly, looking at Xiang Beifei rather strangely.
But Xiang Beifei ignored it and just looked at the table.
Unknowingly, several dishes appeared on the table, beef, cucumber, peanuts, sunflower seeds, and even a plate of desserts.
He was also unceremonious, picking up chopsticks, grabbing a piece of beef, and eating it. The meat was chewy, paired with the specially brewed osmanthus wine, the taste was superb, a delicacy of the mortal world.
Kongcheng’s gaze became even more peculiar.
However, Xiang Beifei continued to eat without speaking, as if the dishes never ran out, they were replenished automatically after being finished.
"I’ve never met someone so naturally familiar." Kongcheng said.
"You’re lucky." Xiang Beifei calmly picked up a cucumber, tasted it, and said, "You met one today."
Kongcheng rested his chin in his hand, looking at Xiang Beifei with curiosity.
But Xiang Beifei still didn’t speak, he continued drinking wine, tasting everything, then had a bite of the dessert. It seemed to be made from some kind of candied dried fruit, very sweet, unbearably sweet, yet paired with osmanthus wine, it offered a special fresh taste.
Xiang Beifei had never tasted such a worldly delicacy before, but then he looked thoughtfully at the candied fruit.
"This stuff is good, you should try it."
Xiang Beifei tapped the plate of dessert with his chopsticks, the plate emitted a crisp sound.
Kongcheng hesitated for a moment, then picked up a piece of dessert with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.
"This candied fruit is indeed good."
After saying this, the two fell into silence again, the atmosphere became a bit strange and quiet.
The wind on the street still blew gently, making the red lanterns on both sides swish, and besides that, there was only the sound of pouring wine.
This continued for an hour, Xiang Beifei didn’t bother to ask, as if he was just here to accompany a friend drinking and passing the time.
But the two had only met for an hour and didn’t even know who each other was, Xiang Beifei hadn’t even mentioned his name, just sat there naturally drinking and eating, ignoring Kongcheng’s gaze.
Anyway, as long as I’m not embarrassed, it’s others who will be.
Xiang Beifei always had thick skin.
Kongcheng also sat drinking, at first he was calm, but found that Xiang Beifei was even more composed than him, which made him restless.
"I thought you would keep pressing for answers."
Kongcheng couldn’t help breaking the silence.
"Everyone in the world is seeking answers, but they don’t realize that answers often come with a price."
Xiang Beifei raised his head and drank another glass of wine.
Kongcheng was slightly stunned!
This was originally something he said to Xiang Beifei!
He didn’t expect Xiang Beifei to use it directly!
"I don’t like others repeating my words." Kongcheng frowned.
"What a coincidence, I quite like it." Xiang Beifei said with a slight smile.
He countered Kongcheng’s words as if provoking him.
The tone of his voice was even quite punchable.