Translator: Aran

  The teahouse was unusually quiet.

  Everyone in the Black Demon Pool was accustomed to seeing people around them concealing their looks and cultivations, and so the other guests in the teahouse simply gave Ye Qingyu a casual glance when he entered.

  The two waiters, one in blue and the other in red, did not walk away after serving his tea. With a warm smile on their faces, they stood at one side awaiting his order.

  Having passed through so many zon..