Jiang Cunliang envied for a moment, then stepped forward, intending to enter.
But just at this moment, a group of people suddenly appeared on the long street.
The appearance of this group caused the originally noisy street to fall silent, and then the crowd voluntarily made way, with many people casting curious and astonished glances at them.
Jiang Cunliang couldn’t help but turn to look as well.
This was a group of men dressed in black.
This in itself was nothing unusual.
The key point was that the black clothes these people wore were extremely plain, even coarse hemp, and they only wore straw sandals on their feet, with small bundles on their backs, clearly arrived from a long journey.
Despite being so plain, their eyes were bright and firm, and their expressions were completely unperturbed, as if they were wearing the most exquisite garments in the world.
Upon seeing this group, Jiang Cunliang was also taken aback, and then couldn’t help but exclaim softly.
"Oh my, it’s the Mo Family!"
It seemed that his shout was heard, as the man at the front of the group turned his head to look towards him.
Jiang Cunliang’s whole body stiffened, feeling as if these eyes were as blazing as the noonday sun, with no trace of selfishness or desire, so dazzling that it was hard to meet their gaze.
But this feeling lasted only a moment, as the man immediately smiled gently at Jiang Cunliang, then turned his head forward again.
Jiang Cunliang stood there in a daze, his heart filled with infinite shock.
Because he, once a Za Family disciple, had recognized the man who smiled at him.
He was none other than the current leader and head of the Mo Family, the thirty-third Grandmaster Mo Kong.
Yet such a prominent figure smiled warmly at him, and wore clothes and straw sandals indistinguishable from other disciples.
Except for the black lacquered longsword at his waist, there was no difference whatsoever.
How could Jiang Cunliang not be shocked?
Even though the Za Family was in such decline, as an ordinary disciple, Jiang Cunliang could not easily see the Family Head, and even if he did, he would need to perform grand rituals of respect.
But this greater Mo Family Grandmaster was so amiable and approachable.
Jiang Cunliang couldn’t help but fall into deep contemplation.
And just at this moment, these Mo Family disciples, under the watchful eyes of everyone, walked straight to the front of a restaurant, but did not enter, instead walking very orderly under the eaves of a corridor.
"Sit!"
Only when the Grandmaster ordered did these Mo Family disciples sit silently against the wall.
"Eat!"
From the Grandmaster to the ordinary disciples, they all took out a piece of coarse hemp cloth from their bosoms, revealing a piece of bread inside.
Then they just sat under the eaves of the corridor, silently munching on the bread in their hands.
Inside the hall, separated by a wall, were a variety of exotic delicacies, the aroma wafting far and wide.
Outside, under the eaves, the Mo Family disciples contentedly ate their bread, each with a look of happiness on their face.
As if the bread in their hands were the tastiest delicacy in the world.
This stark contrast left the onlookers on the street somewhat dumbfounded.
Someone couldn’t help but whisper.
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