"Mr. Chen, we just received news that almost all the noble families have left Muyang County moments ago."
Chen Mo was not too surprised by this.
He then asked, "How are your injuries?"
Zhang Chaoyang quickly replied, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Chen. Our injuries are not serious; we will recover after a period of rest."
Chen Mo instructed, "Once your injuries have healed, come to Longhua to find me. I will help you break through to the Martial Master realm."
Zhang Chaoyang, on the other end of the phone, trembled.
He asked in disbelief, "Mr. Chen, are you… are you serious?!"
"Of course, I am. Call me in advance when the time comes."
"Yes, yes, Mr. Chen, we will find you once we're healed!" Zhang Chaoyang's excitement was palpable.
After a brief chat, Chen Mo hung up the phone.
On the other end, Zhang Chaoyang's emotions were still turbulent.
The Martial Master realm was something they had always dreamed of, yet for years, there had been no sign of a breakthrough.
Meanwhile, in a suite at a three-star express hotel.
Huangfu Qi and the other two looked at Zhang Chaoyang with confusion, "Patriarch Zhang, what did Mr. Chen say to make you so excited?"
Zhang Chaoyang did not hide anything and recounted Chen Mo's words verbatim.
For a moment, the three present widened their eyes.
Huangfu Qi couldn't help but question, "How difficult is it to break through to the Martial Master realm? Does Mr. Chen really have a way?"
Zhang Chaoyang smiled mysteriously and reminded them, "Don't you forget, Mr. Chen has a Grandmaster by his side."
"You mean, Mr. Chen will have that Grandmaster help us?"
Zhang Chaoyang nodded, "It's highly possible."
"Heavens, to have a Grandmaster help us, we'll definitely be able to break through to Martial Master!" Huangfu Qi and the others were overjoyed.
Zhang Chaoyang sighed deeply, "Alas, it's fortunate we bet correctly. If we had chosen to add insult to injury back then, who knows what our current situation would be."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a lingering sense of dread.
They all understood that if they had chosen a different path, the consequences would have been truly unimaginable.
After Chen Mo hung up with Zhang Chaoyang.
He looked at Ren Zixin, who was looking bored, and asked, "What's wrong? Were you discouraged by what I just said?"
Ren Zixin shook her head, "My father used to scold me a lot. Later, perhaps because I'm a girl, he didn't care as much and placed all his hopes on my brother."
"Then what's wrong with you?" Chen Mo asked, confused.
"I finally got to go out of the house, and I thought I could have some fun. But instead, we went into the deep mountains and almost lost my life. I have to go home tomorrow, and it's been so boring."
"How about I take you out for a bit?" Chen Mo asked.
Ren Zixin nodded quickly, her eyes instantly lighting up.
Chen Mo's forehead creased. The moment she heard about going out, Ren Zixin's expression changed faster than flipping a book.
Standing up, Chen Mo said, "Let's go. I'll take you to try a local Muyang delicacy today."
"Really?!" Ren Zixin jumped off the sofa with delight.
Chen Mo and Ren Zixin left.
As for Qi Xiaoliang, Chen Mo had also called him.
However, Qi Xiaoliang said he wanted to rest and did not accompany Chen Mo and Ren Zixin. Moreover, he didn't want to be a third wheel at this time.
Chen Mo drove, and the two arrived at Feng Qin's shop.
It was already past six in the evening, the busiest time for the shop.
Glancing at the dilapidated storefront, Ren Zixin frowned slightly, "Mr. Chen, is this the Muyang delicacy you mentioned?"
Chen Mo smiled, "Don't judge the shop by its appearance. The claypot rice here is guaranteed to be unlike anything you've tasted before."
"Alright, I'll try it later then," Ren Zixin replied.
However, there wasn't much anticipation on her face.
After all, in Ren Zixin's opinion, how delicious could an ordinary eatery be?
"Brother Chen!"
"Why are you here?"
Feng Qin, who was busy, saw Chen Mo and quickly went to greet him.
Chen Mo replied, "I tasted your claypot rice last time and it was good, so I came specifically to try it again today."
Feng Qin looked delighted, "Brother Chen, sister-in-law, Liu Bao is on his way. He just got off work. Please sit inside first. It's quieter here and not open to the public."
Saying that, Feng Qin led Chen Mo and Ren Zixin to a small room.
This was where they usually rested, and it also had tables and chairs.
Ren Zixin blushed crimson upon hearing Feng Qin's address.
However, seeing that Chen Mo had no intention of clarifying, Ren Zixin said nothing more.
"Waiter, is our claypot rice ready yet! Hurry up! I've been waiting for half an hour!" someone shouted loudly from the dining area outside the room.
"Go and be busy. We're not in a hurry. Take care of the business outside first," Chen Mo instructed.
"Okay," Feng Qin replied apologetically and turned to leave the room.
"I didn't expect this shop to be so popular. Do you know them? You seem to be quite respectful towards them," Ren Zixin asked after Feng Qin left.
Chen Mo replied, "Her boyfriend is my college classmate. I helped them before."
"So that's how it is," Ren Zixin understood.
"Second brother, what's wrong with you, second brother!"
Suddenly, a commotion erupted from outside.
A man was slumped over the table, his eyes rolling back.
"What, what's going on?" Feng Qin, who was busy, rushed over.
The man's companion grabbed Feng Qin's wrist, "You're asking me what's wrong? I should be asking you! Why did my second brother turn out like this after eating your claypot rice!"
Feng Qin was bewildered and startled by the young man in front of her.
"I, I don't know. Does he have some illness?" Feng Qin asked, flustered.
"My second brother is in very good health, he's perfectly fine! You must have put something in your claypot rice to make my second brother like this!" the young man yelled at Feng Qin.
"No, that's impossible," Feng Qin quickly shook her head.
The scene here also attracted the attention of everyone present.
Some of the shop's regular customers also spoke up, "I've been eating this claypot rice for over ten years without any issues. It must be your own problem."
"Exactly, I think you're just trying to extort the shop owner!"
Hearing this, the young man's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
"Ouch, I, my stomach hurts! My stomach hurts!"
"My stomach hurts too!"
Suddenly, many young people sitting in the dining area clutched their stomachs and cried out in pain.
Some even foamed at the mouth and collapsed onto the tables.
Seeing this, everyone present was stunned.
The young man glanced at those who had spoken up for the restaurant earlier and sneered, "And now? Is it still our own problem?"