"This..." The inn's waiter showed a hesitant expression on his face.
Liu Ming smiled faintly and tossed a silver ingot onto the table.
The waiter's gaze fixed on the silver, and a trace of greed immediately appeared on his face.
A quarter of an hour later, Liu Ming stepped out of the restaurant, not lingering any longer, and left the small town directly.
He had extracted some information from the waiter, although the man only knew rumors and hearsay with limited content, it still took Liu Ming by surprise.
Afterward, he made inquiries at several other places near the small town, then he leapt into the air and streaked away.
Seven or eight days later, Liu Ming stood at the edge of the Qinggang Mountain mentioned by the waiter, looking ahead.
Qinggang Mountain was a mountain peak over a thousand zhang high, with two mountain ranges intersecting at the main peak, and the entire mountain was shrouded in thick mist.