The three Cultivators weren't particularly thirsty, but while humans could endure it, horses could not; hence, they walked over and called for the waiter to give the horses some water.
Inside the teahouse pavilion, Feng Jun drew a cigarette and then asked, "Waiter, has Hu Yuandao of Yunzhou City died?"
"Mhm," the waiter nodded, "Heard he ran into an assassin outside the city, and after getting home, didn't last long and died... Such a shame, he was one of the good men in Yunzhou City."
"What assassin are you talking about?" a man nearby spoke up. He was tall and portly with a full beard, because the weather was too hot, he stripped to the waist and leaned against a wooden stake, dozing off.
Upon hearing the waiter's words, he slowly opened his eyes, grabbed the tea bowl beside him and took several big gulps, then lazily glanced at Feng Jun, "If you give me a rolled cigarette, I'll tell you what happened."
