Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 93 - 83: Reputation

In the back courtyard, a servant suddenly rushed in from the bustling front hall and ran to Li Yuan’s side, whispering, "Young Master Li, someone from the Inner City is here, saying the Sect Leader wants to see you."

Li Yuan slightly turned his head and asked, "Did they say what it’s about?"

"No, they didn’t."

"How many of them came? And how did they come?"

"Just one, seemed to arrive by carriage."

"Understood...

Have someone bring the remaining two jars of Spring Dream Brew from the cellar and load them onto that carriage.

I’ll be right there."

Li Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the matter of killing Chang Kui and Ruan Ahfei must have passed, otherwise, the Sect Leader wouldn’t summon him like this.

He got up and quickly headed to the restaurant, only to see a dwarf about one meter forty tall waiting for him outside.

This dwarf had the numbers "140~145" floating above his head. This value was definitely Seventh Grade, stronger than the previous Elder Dugu.

But this dwarf, Li Yuan had never seen him before.

The dwarf smiled at him, took a token from his bosom, showed it, then nodded and said with a smile, "Young Master Li, I’m the servant of Sect Leader Tie, the Sect Leader values you greatly and wants to see you."

Li Yuan, seeing him playing dumb, politely smiled and asked, "How should I address you, sir?"

The dwarf, seeing his politeness, said, "I’m just a servant of the Tie Family, no need for formal address, just call me Ah San."

Li Yuan said, "Mr. San, please wait a moment."

The dwarf paused at the title, then said, "Does Young Master Li have other matters?"

Li Yuan said, "There’s nothing much in the building, but we still have two jars of home-brewed Spring Dream Brew, I hope the Sect Leader can have a taste."

"Spring Dream Brew?" The dwarf laughed, "That’s a fine wine indeed, a jug costs two taels of silver, one jar is not cheap."

Li Yuan said, "Mr. San, please don’t laugh, just trying to make a living."

Moments later.

Li Yuan boarded the carriage with two jars of wine.

The carriage departed swiftly, soon entering the Inner City.

As the sun rose, its warm rays cast down, just as the streets began to bustle.

...

Afternoon...

On the street outside Hengwu Restaurant, a little girl was joyfully hopping, while a man with disheveled hair followed behind her. Whatever she wanted, the man would fumble around and pull out copper coins to buy it.

In no time, the little girl was clutching a sugar painting of a rabbit and a string of hawthorn berries covered in sesame seeds in her hands.

"Dad, where are we going?" the little girl asked.

The man said, "Dad is going to see an old friend."

They chatted as they quickly reached the front of Hengwu Restaurant.

The man affectionately patted her head and said, "Dad’ll just be inside for a moment, will be right out."

In a short while, he entered the restaurant from the side, and the waiter, seeing his tattered clothes, wanted to shoo him away.

But the man suddenly said, "I’d like to see your boss."

"Who are you? You think you can meet just like that? You..." The waiter started to say, but the man unexpectedly pulled out from his bosom a piece of iron. He gently tapped it, and the iron piece unfolded its wings and flew around his hand twice before landing back in his palm.

The waiter could hardly believe his eyes, leaned in for a closer look, and saw it was an Iron Butterfly with wings like knives.

"Please wait, I... I’ll go inform the boss right away."

The waiter hurriedly told Steward Wu, who glanced at the man, then went upstairs, and after a while rushed down to say, "The boss lady is quite interested in your skill, so you may wait in the back courtyard."

The man said, "My daughter is still out front, could you..."

Steward Wu said, "That won’t be a problem, Xiaoliuzi, take the girl inside to watch over her."

The man thanked him, then followed Steward Wu to the back courtyard.

In the back courtyard, Zhou Jia held his sword horizontally, his hair white, quietly gazing up at the sun in the sky, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, just numb.

The man glanced at him but then withdrew his gaze, waiting quietly.