Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?-Chapter 63 - 60: Unfathomable

Wen Nan glanced at the cushion in the teahouse where the blond-haired man had been sitting before he disappeared.

The disciple laughed and said, "Rest assured, sir. We treat every guest we invite into the teahouse with utmost courtesy."

Wen Nan wasn’t actually afraid; he just had other intentions. But since they had personally invited him in front of so many players, it wouldn’t be polite to turn them down.

He nodded slightly, and amidst the gaze of the players, Wen Nan slowly walked into the teahouse.

Yu Shujun followed closely behind him as they made their way into the teahouse.

The disciple looked at Yu Shujun with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wen Nan said, "She’s with me. Can she come along?"

The disciple didn’t delve into what "with me" meant and merely nodded with a smile, "Of course, I’ll fetch another cushion."

"No need." Yu Shujun replied coldly.

The disciple took another look at her, nodded, and didn’t insist. Instead, he walked to the teahouse entrance, raised his hand, and closed the wooden door, signaling they wouldn’t receive any more visitors.

The crowd of players left outside the teahouse was momentarily bewildered—

So, was that really the Purple Star? Was the Feng Shui Huan Guild just temporarily setting up an office to host this superstar?

How impressive must he be to have the esteemed Feng Shui Huan Guild go to such lengths?!

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Inside the teahouse, Wen Nan sat on a cushion, and the disciple, just like he had for the blond-haired man, brought tea and respectfully offered it to Wen Nan.

Wen Nan looked down at the tea. The foam on top was even and dense, resembling freshly fallen snow—visually pleasing.

But Wen Nan did not reach out for it. He only smiled and said, "Thank you, but I don’t drink tea."

The disciple took back the tea bowl with a smile and asked, "If not tea, would you like any other drinks? We have iced cola, sour plum juice, orange juice, coffee, milk tea. Which one would you like?"

Wen Nan suddenly felt he was not in a teahouse but at a hotpot restaurant, and he chuckled, yet still declined, "No need, I’m not thirsty."

The disciple assumed that it was due to the previous incident with the blond-haired man that Wen Nan was wary of their teahouse. He smiled and didn’t try to be overly courteous. Instead, he pulled out a palm-sized invitation from his sleeve and presented it to Wen Nan.

"The reason we invited you to the teahouse today is for one matter."

Wen Nan accepted the invitation and saw a line of embossed gold text —

Feng Shui Huan Guild, Invitation to Membership.

"You’re inviting me to join?"

"Yes."

Wen Nan laughed, "You’re inviting me without even knowing my name, level, equipment skills, or background?"

The disciple shook his head with a smile, "It’s unnecessary. There’s a destiny between you and Feng Shui Huan, and that’s enough."

"Is that so?" Wen Nan laughed along, "But I haven’t even heard of your guild."

Hearing Wen Nan’s words, the disciple could no longer maintain the smile on his face, and his lips stiffened.

He obviously hadn’t expected that this person hadn’t even heard of the name of the six major guilds. It seemed genuine as the person didn’t appear to be feigning ignorance about their guild.

The disciple couldn’t help but scrutinize Wen Nan from head to toe again—although Wen Nan didn’t reveal his player level, based on his experience, Wen Nan should be at the most a low-ranked Bronze tier.

For such a low-level and ignorant new player, why would the master want to make an exception to accept him into the guild?

Could it be... he’s actually mistaken?

"Dressed in a tracksuit, muscular enough to look like he might burst out of his clothes, with a handsome face that you’d want to turn for on the first glance."

—He clearly remembered this was how the master described this person’s appearance to him.

Logically, he shouldn’t be mistaken, right?

Such a distinctive appearance, how could there be a second person matching this description in such a small game hall?

While the disciple was examining Wen Nan, Wen Nan was intently reading the invitation meticulously.

Upon opening the invitation, it revealed an embedded electronic screen detailing the background, founding purpose, various privileges enjoyed after joining, and the basic obligations as a member of the Feng Shui Huan Guild.

Normally, players who receive such an invitation would skip over this brochure and membership guidelines entirely.

Most of them, upon seeing the words "sincerely invite you to join," would immediately close the invitation, excitedly shake hands, hug, and express gratitude to the inviter, without giving much thought to these details.

Encountering someone like the man opposite him, who furrowed his brows and seriously studied the brochure word by word, was a first for him.

This is just a brochure, not a college entrance exam paper. Is it necessary to read it so earnestly?

After patiently waiting for a moment without any response from the opposite side, the disciple thought—perhaps now is a good chance to probe him and see if he’s truly the person the master spoke of.

Thinking of this, the disciple picked up the tea whisk on the table and thrust it directly toward the opposite side’s head.

The disciple was already a level 10 Silver Player, with a primary focus on agility attributes, making his movements almost invisible to the naked eye. For lower-level players, it would be impossible to dodge.

Yet, just as he raised his hand, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, the tea whisk flying uncontrollably from his hand. Immediately, an immense force hit his chest, flipping him off the cushion.

"Cough, cough."

He coughed twice, clutching his chest, a metallic taste rising in his throat.

Who was it? Such speed...

He raised his head, looking towards Yu Shujun, who stood like a statue behind Wen Nan.

How is this person so fast? He hadn’t even seen the opponent move before being knocked down. Even if they also maxed out agility like him, their speed was far superior, possibly even Gold tier.

Why would someone of such a high tier willingly follow a new player like a servant?

"Hey? Brother, how did you fall on flat ground? Are you okay?"

Hearing the commotion, Wen Nan finally shifted his focus from the invitation and hurriedly stood up to help him. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The disciple looked up, his eyes fixated on the palm that Wen Nan extended to him, shrinking his pupils in shock at the sight of the golden pattern.

This is... a control pattern? And it’s the highest level, a level 3 golden pattern?!

No wonder the girl was willing to follow him; turns out, she was the spirit he controlled?!

A spirit he could bring out of the map, at least ten stars or more.

On Feng Shui Huan’s territory, with skill and talent restricted, to neutralize his attack so easily and even counter, this spirit must be at least fifteen stars or more.

Such a powerful spirit, and he successfully subdued her?

This man... is pretending to be a newbie to test him, isn’t he?

This man’s player level is probably unfathomable!