"Excuse me, brother, is the dungeon at the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion open today?" asked the young man who introduced himself as Li Feiyu politely.
"Not yet, I heard it needs a temporary upgrade, we'll have to wait a few more days."
"By the way, brother."
"Would you like a pancake? I'll add two eggs for you," Yin Sanlang deftly tidied up his stall.
"I'll have one," Li Feiyu was also hungry, "How much is it?"
"It's not about money, we just want to have fun for the day."
"Brother, I find you pleasant, it's on me."
"Remember to come back next time."
Handing the wrapped pancake to Li Feiyu, Yin Sanlang reached under the table and pulled out a small bottle of wine once the customer left, taking a gleeful sip.
"Still, this Winter Wine from Cold City is the best, it doesn't get you drunk."
...
Recently, many young cultivators like Li Feiyu have been coming to the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.
They are all waiting for that mysterious dungeon to open.
