Zhonghai, West Suburb Park.
Beside the park stood the Wangjiang Teahouse, a establishment with over a century of history. The first proprietor passed it down to his son, who then passed it to his grandson, and now the fourth generation managed the teahouse.
During the concession period, it had been a place where Zhonghai's influential figures made their decisions. After the founding of the New Dynasty, it was used to host foreign guests. Throughout its existence, the Wangjiang Teahouse had maintained an air of mystery; no matter how prominent or high-ranking someone was, they always showed respect to the owner of the Wangjiang Teahouse.
The Wangjiang Teahouse was a place where bloodshed was forbidden – a rule that had persisted for a hundred years. While it was occasionally broken, those who violated the rule often met unfortunate ends.
Ye Tian learned about the Wangjiang Teahouse from others. The reason he chose this place was to gauge the background of these people and to see if they dared to break the rules of the Wangjiang Teahouse.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the Wangjiang Teahouse was still lit. Several cars were parked outside, and some elderly people were enjoying tea and conversation on the first floor. On the stage, someone was playing a zither and singing, their voice melodious.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a light blue long gown reminiscent of the Republic of China era, exuded a refined aura. He stepped forward, bowed slightly, and asked, "Sir, would you like something to drink?"
Ye Tian replied, "Black tea."
This was a code, indicating that he had a personal grievance to settle and required a suitable venue.
The middle-aged man immediately said, "Please proceed to the third floor."
Ye Tian was led by someone to a private room on the third floor. The room was spacious, at least fifty square meters, furnished with a tea table and sofas, comfortably accommodating over twenty people.
After Ye Tian sat down, he chose a seat by the window, sipping his tea while gazing at the rolling river.
"The great river flows east, its waves washing away heroes of ages past!" Ye Tian exclaimed, as if envisioning one magnificent figure after another in the long river of history.
"May I come in and sit for a moment?" Suddenly, a middle-aged Taoist priest peeked his head in from the doorway.
Ye Tian was taken aback and blurted out, "Daoist Shi!"
Daoist Shi chuckled, "Little friend, you still remember me? That's good. May I come in and sit?"
Ye Tian's expression turned peculiar, and he asked, "Daoist Shi, you're not here to set up another trap, are you?"
Daoist Shi smiled, "The opposition is Europe and America's largest extra-legal force. I'm very curious to see who among you will ultimately yield."
Ye Tian was even more surprised. "How did you know?"
Daoist Shi chuckled, "Of course, I know." With that, he walked over and sat opposite Ye Tian.
"Are you undergoing the Human Immortal tribulation?"
Ye Tian looked at him. "In this world, is there anything you, Daoist Shi, do not know?"
Daoist Shi shook his head. "Of course, there are."
Ye Tian couldn't help but admire the man. "Daoist Shi, do you know the identities of the people who are coming?"
Daoist Shi extended his right hand and said, "This matter you inquire about requires a Martial Arts Coin for purchase."
Ye Tian sneered, "A Martial Arts Coin for information? You must be out of your mind!"
Daoist Shi remained unperturbed and smiled, "Information is priceless. If you want to know, you have to buy it, after all, my information is not easily obtained."
Just then, there was a loud noise from the stairs, as if the building were shaking. A young man, less than 1.6 meters tall and as round as a ball, walked in. He was wearing a football jersey, barefoot, with sparse, short, and yellowing hair.
He walked directly to Ye Tian's table, glanced at Daoist Shi, and then looked at Ye Tian.
Upon seeing the man as round as a ball, Daoist Shi's eyes widened. "Are you the legendary Tang Feng, second only to none in lightness skill and first in hidden weapons?"
The胖子 grinned, "What, I don't look the part?"
Daoist Shi burst into laughter, slapping the table. "You do, you damn well do!"
Tang Feng shot him a glance, then politely cupped his fist towards Ye Tian. "Tang Feng of the Tang Sect, greetings, Leader!" Da Feng Novel Network.
Ye Tian's heart stirred. He was the leader of the Heavenly Alliance, and Tang Feng addressing him as such meant he was undoubtedly a member of the Heavenly Alliance.
He smiled and said, "My pleasure. Please, Brother Tang, have a seat."