"Boss, bring a pot of wine!"
Fang Zhixing took a seat and called out.
"Oh, coming right up!"
The tavern owner suddenly awoke, hurriedly chuckled, and with a smile plastered across his face, warmly greeted him.
Fang Zhixing drank his wine and ordered another five pounds of beef and a dish of peanuts as a snack, leisurely enjoying himself.
Before long, dusk fell, and the rain and snow not only continued but became heavier.
The sound of horse hooves approached from far and stopped outside the small tavern.
"Ay, welcome the three of you, come in and take a seat," the tavern owner warmly invited.
Fang Zhixing glanced over and saw three people walking in.
They were two men and a woman, a middle-aged man and two youths.
The middle-aged man and the youth were robust and powerful, with a steady gait.
Especially the middle-aged man, who carried a Heavy Blade nearly one meter eighty in length, as broad as the width of two palms held together, and with an exceptionally thick blade.