220 The Unchained And The Pub Owner (1/2)

In a space vortex that was full of a storm where the god leveled cultivators would shriek in fear, a man flew through like it was nothing. The chains that held his hands was no more as his gray hair fluttered from the aura he exuded alone.

His clothing had already burned up from the sheer force of the environment he was currently in. Not just any fabric could withstand the power of nature.

He suddenly furrowed his eyebrows before he slapped the nearby space and ripped out a crack in an instant. On the other side of the hole was vast greenery with no living figure to be seen inside. Casually, he walked inside the said scenery.

The wind past through his hair as he stood in front of the space crack. Nature immediately started recuperating and fixing the damage he caused albeit slowly like pieces of glass patched together.

\”This place is,\” muttered the man as a fabric of memory played in his mind.

\”I want the night to be a little romantic, can you guys pull the four moons a little closer?\”

The sentence echoed in his mind before his eyes turned watery. His emotion was surging whenever he remembered that man. The man who he owed everything to.

He quickly wiped his crocodile tears before taking a deep breath and glanced at a certain direction.

There was a kingdom in his field of view however, his eyes turned sharp as he looked at an alone pub a few kilometers away from it. It was weird for such a place to be opened outside of the festivity spot.

The man curved up a smile before disappearing from the spot.

An old man suddenly tumbled down as he was seeing the man disappeared from his eyes. He initially roamed the forest before he felt a presence.

To think that a powerful cultivator like him would actually be thrown down by the fear his body was reacting to. He was a revered individual in his clan. Many of the youngins thought that he was already invincible and the one that could contest with him could be count by one hand.

He was palpitating before he gulped, \”W-What monster.\”

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The pub was a medium-sized pub with a traditional theme. It had no name yet the people from the high or low class of the kingdom often visited this place. No matter if you were a king nor a peasant if you had the money to buy the liquor you are welcomed.

The pub was having a rather lively atmosphere at this point in time. There were only ten tables and one floor which all of them had already been occupied. A man with three bodyguards suddenly barged in an demand a table to be freed at once.

He had a look of an elite and with every sentence he said, he always tried to look down at his interlocutor.

The said man suddenly slapped a table where a group that looked like a peasant had just sat down because it was their turn.

\”Get the hell out of the way peasants! I demand this table to be for me and my guards.\”

The group trembled as they saw his clothing and menacing bodyguards. A blind person could tell that he was of someone important. Their insignificant life was less than a single ring that he wore.

\”It will be of your best interest of letting go this table, the prince is on the way to the nearby kingdom to conduct an agreement, you don't want to start a war do you?\” said one of the guards while touching the hilt of his sword.

One of the peasants in the group gritted his teeth while clenching his hand. Why did they have to go, was it because of their low status?! They had saved up money just to be in this pub for once a year.

Because the pub was always full and rarely opened. Having a table was precious for everyone. The other tables drank as they felt sad for the group but couldn't do anything.

\”Don't do things that will make you regret,\” said one of the bodyguards after seeing his clenched fist.

One of the peasants tapped his friend's shoulder and shook his head. It was not worth it to lose life over a table in a pub. Though the pub was dubbed to be the best in the land, it was not worth it to risk the life of one's own.

Begrudgingly, the peasants stood up and leave the table. It was a sad thing to see but no one would dare to fight for their justice.

\”That's right, the low class has to yield to the higher ones, but rejoice for you peasants had done a service to your future king,\” said the prince before he sat down.