Chapter 213: Chapter 131: See Chen Yan Again (Part 2)
Fang Lingxin and Shui Qianrou watched, thoroughly amused.
"Those two are as close as ever."
Fang Shuwen sighed. Every time he saw Chen Yan, he couldn’t help but want a mount of his own.
But alas, he didn’t have one...
’Miao Feichan is fast, but asking someone to be your mount is just a joke. How could anyone actually do something like that?’
’Still, that day at the Cold Ice Pavilion, I was fortunate enough to have her carry me on her back for a short distance. She was incomparably faster than me.’
’I wonder where she is now?’
’If I get the chance, I’ll have to ask her for more pointers on the Lightweight Technique.’
His mind drifted through these miscellaneous thoughts as he made casual small talk with Chen Yan along the way. They only discussed trivial matters. The things he really wanted to inquire about would have to wait until they could find a place to sit down and talk at length.
They soon arrived at Langhuan Restaurant. It was already a bit past the peak dining hour.
But the restaurant was still bustling with noise.
A group of Jianghu people, deep in their cups, were inevitably red-faced, shouting loudly, wild and unrestrained.
The ground-floor hall was filled with the aroma of meat and wine, mixed with the clamor of some wandering Jianghu guests shouting and boasting loudly.
A sharp-eyed waiter spotted them and hurried over to greet them.
Fang Shuwen asked with a smile:
"Waiter, are there any tables available?"
The waiter smiled.
"It’s not about coming early, but about coming at the right time. You gentlemen have arrived at the perfect moment. A table just opened up on the third floor. If you’ll please follow me."
"Excellent. Lead the way."
The horse was tied up at the entrance, but the donkey had already run off somewhere to play.
Chen Yan paid it no mind; mainly because he couldn’t control it anyway.
If the donkey ran into a problem it couldn’t handle, Chen Yan certainly couldn’t handle it either.
Besides, that donkey knew how to look out for itself. It wouldn’t be so foolish as to get caught and forced to turn a millstone.
They followed the waiter up the stairs. Before they even reached their floor, they heard a series of loud CLANGS and BANGS.
The waiter’s expression darkened. He rushed forward to see an overturned table, smashed plates, one man groaning on the floor, and another man fighting with a youth.
Fang Shuwen and his group also came up the stairs. With just a single glance, Fang Lingxin recognized the young man:
"Lin Fan!?"
The young man in the middle of the fight, carrying a weapon wrapped in white cloth on his back—wasn’t that Lin Fan?
Hearing Fang Lingxin’s voice, he subconsciously glanced in their direction.
But in that moment of distraction, two people sitting at a table behind him suddenly produced daggers from their sleeves and stabbed toward his back.
At the same time, they reached for the weapon on his back.
It all happened so fast. Seeing this, Fang Lingxin quickly shouted a warning:
"Behind you!!"
Lin Fan’s reaction was also extremely fast, but the attack was too sudden. Just as it seemed he wouldn’t be able to dodge, his body suddenly shot forward without any warning, perfectly evading the two daggers aimed at his back.
The two attackers were stunned. Their target, who had been dead to rights, had inexplicably escaped.
When they looked up, they saw Fang Shuwen by the entrance, his hand held in a five-fingered grasping gesture. They immediately understood what had happened and glared at him furiously.
"Mind your own business! Are you looking to die?"
"Kid, leave your name! My brothers and I will be sure to repay this favor one day!"
Fang Shuwen just smiled when he heard this.
"No need to wait for the future, today will do. I am Fang Shuwen. What lesson did you two have for me?"
The two men had been acting arrogantly, but upon hearing the name "Fang Shuwen," they shuddered as if struck by lightning.
One of them stammered, trembling:
"You... you’re that... Demon Evil God!?"
"The Demon Evil God! He’s one of the Evil Gods and Demons!"
Most of the patrons here were Jianghu people. Hearing this, more than half of them couldn’t stay in their seats. Some were trembling, some had faces full of terror, and others looked like they couldn’t wait to jump out the window and run.
The waiter saw that the situation was getting out of hand and rushed over.
"If any of you gentlemen wish to leave, don’t forget to pay your bills."
As soon as he said this, the crowd reacted as if they’d been granted amnesty. Assuming the waiter was acting on Fang Shuwen’s orders, they hastily left their silver and started leaping out the windows. Those who weren’t near a window made their way to one and leaped out as well.
The main reason was that Fang Shuwen was standing right at the top of the stairs. Who would dare walk past him?
As for the two men with the daggers, they dropped to their knees with a THUD.
"Mercy, Uncle Fang! We were blind and didn’t recognize our superior! Please be merciful!"
Fang Shuwen looked at the third floor of the restaurant, which had emptied out in an instant, and was momentarily speechless.
Still, he waved his hand dismissively.
"Get lost."
The two men breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed this notoriously fearsome Demon Evil God wasn’t as unreasonable as the stories said.
They immediately scrambled to leave through the window... but before they left, they remembered to leave their silver behind.
The other men who had been fighting Lin Fan earlier also took the opportunity to make a quick escape.
Only Lin Fan was left standing there, looking at Fang Shuwen and Fang Lingxin with a complicated expression.
Fang Shuwen glanced at him.
"You’re not leaving?"
"Master..."
Fang Lingxin subconsciously tugged and shook Fang Shuwen’s sleeve. Lin Fan was, after all, her friend, and he had even saved her life. Even though he had left without a word, she still felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing him again.
Fang Shuwen sighed. Looking at Lin Fan, who was now standing there awkwardly because of his words, he pointed to a nearby table.
"Care to join us for a bite?"
Lin Fan hesitated for a moment, then cupped his fist and said:
"Thank you."
The waiter quickly and deftly cleaned up a table, and the group finally sat down.
Chen Yan glanced at the weapon on Lin Fan’s back:
