It's now the middle of the night.
The streets of the small town are extremely quiet.
Not even a shadow of a person is visible.
Previously, there had been an autumn rain, and the stone road on the street was all wet.
Ye Tianzhe was leading the way in front and looked back with a respectful smile, saying, "Senior, in Nanyang City, there is an inn with a thousand-year legacy, where the tea has a very unique taste, and the food is cooked in the most ancient style, giving it a distinct flavor! They operate 24 hours, and if you go to taste it, I'm sure you'll like it!"
He glanced at the sky; it was still two or three in the early morning.
There was still some time before dawn.
Lin Tian nodded softly and stepped forward to follow behind Ye Tianzhe and Ying Zimei, the mentor and disciple.
Moreover.
Hearing that the inn had a millennia-old history, he was also somewhat interested.
"Call me Mr. Lin, not Senior, as it would sound strange to others!"
