Several pillars held up the shed, with light veils hanging around to block the wind and sand. The fierce wind blew through the tavern, bringing a mix of heat waves and coolness to those inside.
Lu Yu sat alone at a table, a jar of murky wine placed on the wooden table in front of him. After taking just one sip, he left the jar untouched.
The wine here was especially astringent, mixed with bitterness, which outsiders usually couldn't get accustomed to.
This place marked the border of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Western Desert, and such uniquely shaped taverns typically served as waystations where traveling merchants could rest and quench their thirst.
Lu Yu had traveled a long way to get here, all for one person—Xue Ming.
Through Lu Hongwei, Lu Yu learned that the person who had framed him was named Xue Ming. Just yesterday, he received intel from Fu Mingcheng that Xue Ming's location had been found.
