Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Chapter 1253: Finally Revealed, the White-Robed Confucian!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
"Hyah!" Outside the carriage, Xu Keyi solemnly shook the reins and set the carriage off in another direction.
Drunken Moon Pavilion!
This restaurant was not particularly famous in the capital, at least not when compared to Wang Chong's Taibai Pavilion, or even the Yao Clan's Vast Crane Pavilion. It could be considered a middle-tier restaurant. However, through its simple, delicate, and refined nature, it had won over many scholars and literati in the capital, and even a few officials in the court would occasionally patronize the establishment, sharing a few cups, composing a few poems, and even leaving behind some works of calligraphy.
Rumble!
In a deafening clatter, an ornate carriage of gold and silver stopped in front of Drunken Moon Pavilion.
Creeeak! The carriage door opened, and Wang Chong boldly stepped out, his robes fluttering around him. In front of Drunken Moon Pavilion, a figure stood half-bowed, apparently having been waiting for some time.
"Is it confirmed?'
Wang Chong placed his hands behind him as he looked up at the gold and black signboard of Drunken Moon Pavilion.
"Milord, we are completely sure. I personally investigated the matter! There can be no mistake!" Old Eagle respectfully said.
Ever since the men he had sent to follow those mysterious minor officials at the city gate had been killed, Old Eagle had learned his lesson and been much more cautious. He only sent his best men now, and he would occasionally participate personally. The target this time was far too important, and Old Eagle did not dare to be careless.
"Mm!"
Wang Chong nodded and quickly drew back his gaze.
Many carriages were parked in front of Drunken Moon Pavilion, all of them the kinds usually favored by scholars and literati.
It was apparent that this was a place where typical Confucians liked to gather and dine.
Wang Chong immediately walked to the entrance, but before he could enter, a waiter came rushing
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