Tanguli sat at a small roadside stall, sipping a drink by himself, his gaze somewhat distant.
These types of roadside stalls are common on Qingsha Star, although they are not necessarily low-end, they are certainly not high-end either.
Less than eight hundred meters away was his "Jingxin Tea House," which wasn't particularly upscale either, but at least it had a yard.
As the owner of the tea house, he would certainly find it more peaceful to drink in his own yard.
Yet he simply preferred to sip at the small stall; after all, the tea house was being looked after, and he had no reason to worry.
He took another sip of his drink and let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of age as nostalgia set in.
No one knew why he preferred to drink alone at the small stall.
Only he understood, that many years ago, it was at a place like this that he met the benefactor of his destiny.
