Chapter 3282 — What Followed
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
So she deliberately brought out a few extra dishes. It was not Lin Dongfang's money anyway—someone else was paying, so why shouldn't she seize the chance to sell a little more? What was she waiting for?
Seeing several times the usual number of dishes, Lin Dongfang did not stop her. There were more people today, after all; besides, he normally scrimped and saved in order to donate to poor children. Today the Sinister Ancestor and the other two were treating, so he might as well eat a little more and enjoy the indulgence.
As cups went back and forth, the Sinister Ancestor and his companions finally came to know Lin Dongfang a little better. Watching him drink deep and eat heartily, they found it hard to reconcile this harmless old man with the ruthless figure of the Twin Demons of Vajra who had once swept through the ancient tier!
The gap was simply too vast, after all. This genial village doctor and that terrifying great demon king were practically two different people.
Of course, strange as it seemed, they did not doubt Lin Dongfang's prowess in the slightest! Masters of that caliber all had their own habits and tempers.
But just as the four were enjoying their meal, a party of uninvited guests arrived at West Star Mountain Village!
"Young man, give me five jin of sticky cakes. And while you're at it, I'd like to ask—have a few old men dressed much like us come through your village recently?" The speaker was Dongfang Badao. Cultivators of the ancient tier generally wore long robes, rather old-fashioned in style. Though the Dongfang Family was modern, Dongfang Badao still chose long robes when attending important occasions.
The young man thus questioned was a sticky-cake peddler who hawked his wares through the lanes of West Star Mountain Village. Seeing business come his way, he answered warmly, "Right away! As for old men dressed like you—three of them did come, as it happens. Are you all together?"
As he spoke, the young man deftly weighed out the sticky cakes and handed them to Dongfang Badao.
"Yes, we are together. They arrived a step ahead of us, and the cell signal in your village isn't very good, so we can't reach them. Could you tell me where they are?" Dongfang Badao casually produced a hundred-yuan note and handed it to the young man. "Keep the change—the rest is for the directions."
Of course, they could have found them by searching house to house, but that would easily spook the quarry—if the three ancestors wished to hide, they would never be discovered! Besides, for the ancient tier to openly meddle in the secular world was rather hard to justify, so Dongfang Badao chose the quickest way: asking around.
"Really? Thank you so much!" The young man happily pocketed the money, then pointed toward the village entrance. "You must be from the big city, eh? You're rich indeed. They'd just arrived when they went off to eat at Widow Wang's snack shop at the head of the village."
"Oh, thank you, young man. Heh, yes, we're from the city—just here for a bit of fun," Dongfang Badao said with a smile. At that moment he was like a kindly old man; an ordinary person could never have discerned the danger in him.
(To be continued,