Within the Famous Toast, Li Yuan sat with his head slightly bowed, the streaks of white hair around his temples revealing his age. Beside him was a spirited young man, bursting with energy like a small leopard, taking deep gulps of wine between hearty laughs.0

Because of Li Yuan’s presence, the place was frequented by all sorts of martial artists. Even more so since the Famous Toast happened to be under the control of the Black Cloaks.0

To avoid any potential trouble after the arrival of Li Yuan and Ping'an, members of the Black Cloaks’ own martial ranks occupied nearby tables. Their job was to keep away any strangers who might stumble in, whether begging for weapons or spouting drunken nonsense that could bother Li Yuan. 0

After all, this was a tavern—a place to drown one’s sorrows in drink. Once a person got tipsy, they might challenge anyone, even the highest authority. 0

Only the leader of the Black Cloaks, Wang Heran, reported directly...0