Mystical Sect is still the Mystical Sect, but Chengdu Prefecture's intelligence cannot be missed; after all, the team will come later, so better to have an idea now.
Pushing aside the door curtain, the noise immediately rushes in.
This is a typical Shu tavern, divided into two levels, supported by rough wooden beams and pillars, and the ground is paved with blue bricks, long uneven.
Inside, a tiger stove is burning, and the big teapot is bubbling.
Looking around, it's full of square tables and benches.
Inside it's very lively, with coachmen of passing carriages gathered together, drinking and playing finger-guessing games, as well as people from the pugilistic world eating meat and chatting idly.
There is even a group of garrison soldiers, arm in arm, telling dirty jokes, already drunk.
"To unity, to double joy!"
"Five-leader, seven tricks!"
The sounds of finger-guessing games and toast calls rise and fall.
Li Yan slightly frowns, casually finds a corner to sit down.
