Xian Deng Restaurant

Half-old wine flags were flying at the alleys of Qingya City, and the word "idle lamp" was faded by the wind and rain. The owner of the wine shop, Su Shuo, is a good-for-nothing monk who has not even cultivated his spiritual roots in the eyes of others. He waits at the counter all day long to clean glasses. He is taciturn and has a thin sense of presence. No one knows that the evil cultivator in the Black Wind Valley was killed overnight just because he casually said "the wind is a bit fishy"; the Dan Sect's century-old calamity was solved just because he handed over half a blueprint; the bloody civil strife in the Demon Sect was subsided just because he secretly fell into a trap. The head of the Qingxuan Sect treated him as a guest, the head of the Dan Sect regarded him as his lifelong confidant, and the head of the Demon Sect obeyed his words. His shadow guards are spread across thirteen states, and a whisper can stir up the structure of the mysterious world. Everyone knows that troubled times are coming, geniuses are rising together, and major sects are vying for the throne. Only a few people standing at the top know clearly—— In this Xuanjie chess game, the chess players are never those talented sect masters. It was the green-shirted wine merchant sitting in the dim light, polishing white porcelain cups.