Chen Ping'an stood in the waterside pavilion and temporarily severed the waterfall with a single punch, smiling as he revealed the characters on the cliff face.0

He turned around and looked back, and it wasn't long before he left the waterfall and arrived outside the small pavilion.0

Song Yushao had already walked out of the pavilion, and he said, "Let's go, it's time for some hotpot."0

Chen Ping'an was slightly astonished, and he replied, "It's still very early in the morning, so the restaurants probably aren't even open yet, right?"0

Sword Saint Song smiled and said, "No matter how worthless the title of the Water Combing Nation's sword saint is, it should still be enough to let me eat some hotpot near the entrance of my home, right? In any case, you're the one treating me to this meal, young boy, and it's not like we're going to eat without paying. As such, the restaurant owner will be scolding you if he really does scold someone in his mind afterward."0

The two of them didn't dash forward like nimble birds, and they instead walked normally as they strolled over. This was Song Yushao's idea.0

Steward Chu caught up to them halfway, bringing with him the bamboo hat that Chen Ping'an had left in his room.0

"Are you shooing me away?" Chen Ping'an asked.0

Song Yushao smiled and replied, "If you leave earlier this time, then you can come earlier next time. You don't even understand such a simple concept? Are you an idiot?"0

Chen Ping'an didn't know how to respond.0

There was no rising smoke from stove fires when they arrived at the small town, and there were only the occasional clucks of chickens and barks of dogs. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful.0

Song Yushao forcefully knocked on the door of a restaurant, and the owner who answered the door was no longer the old owner whom Chen Ping'an was familiar with. Instead, it was a bleary-eyed middle-aged man. He smiled when he saw Sword Saint Song, and he asked, "What's the matter, Old Villa Master?"0

Song Yushao pointed at the young...0