"What are you doing?"
At that moment, several men at a nearby table stood up and scolded the shop waiter with an angry look.
"Why did you touch her?"
"It's not that she doesn't want to give you money. Those silver coins are antiques and are worth more than one bowl of noodles. Don't be so ungrateful."
"Yes, let go of her."
When they said that, they looked righteous.
Given that they were all cultivators, the waiter knew he could not mess with them, so he awkwardly let go of her hand.
Rachelle exhaled a sigh of relief and smiled at the four men, saying, "Thank you very much."
With a smile, Alger said, "Miss, you are very welcome. We are all farmers. It's not a big deal to say a word for you." As he spoke, he looked at Rachelle from time to time and gulped.
She had a perfect face and a perfect figure.
Rachelle thanked him again and turned to leave the restaurant, oblivious to Alger's gaze.
Alger and the others exchanged glances and followed her without hesitation.
When they arrived at the street outside, Rachelle occasionally asked passers-by how to get to the Pure Yang Division, but none of them could answer, leaving her even more perplexed.
Alger and the others followed her in their own time. When they learned that Rachelle had inquired about the Pure Yang Division, they were even more convinced that something was wrong with that woman's mind.
Normally, no one would inquire about a sect that had never existed.
However, there were too many people on the street for Alger and the others to fight, so they waited for the right moment.
"Miss!"
They eventually arrived at a location with very few people. Recognizing the opportunity, Alger walked up to Rachelle and said politely, "I believe you have been asking about the Pure Yang Division, right?"
He appeared polite when he said it, but his eyes flashed cunningly.
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