Chapter 390

Zhongli did not hesitate, stepping directly inside.

A flash of light, and Zhongli found himself in a spacious bookstore.

"A teleportation device? The sect head never mentioned this."

Zhongli's expression showed a hint of surprise.

Because the scenery outside the shop was completely different from Liyue's.

So Zhongli noticed it immediately.

As for the "813" thing, Hu Tao hadn't noticed it,

it could only be said she hadn't expected it either.

After all, when she first opened it, she'd treated it as an ordinary bookstore.

"Welcome! Would you like to read comics? Ten million Mora per person, once per day."

As Zhongli briefly surveyed the store's decor, Noel stepped forward to ask.

"Mm! A friend recommended it."

Zhongli gave a slight nod.

"The comics are on that shelf—pay first, then take them yourself."

Noel said politely.

"Thank you!"

Zhongli nodded, then walked toward the comic section.

When he saw the black-haired boy behind the counter, Zhongli stopped and studied him.

"Is he the owner of this comic shop?"

Why hadn't he sensed any god's aura from him?

Is his concealment method too advanced, or does he have some other origin?"

Zhongli slightly furrowed his brow.

He found himself unable to fully understand this young man.

It seemed a mist shrouded his background—profoundly mysterious.

Han Feng also noticed Zhongli's arrival,

slightly surprised.

He hadn't expected this old man to come read comics.

But a guest is a guest; Han Feng put down his phone and smiled faintly.

"Welcome, Mr. Zhongli. The comics are on that shelf."

"Does the owner know me?"

Zhongli was somewhat surprised.

Although the man had not spoken his true identity,

his intuition told him this owner recognized him.

After all, even the Liyue Seven did not know his true identity.

Indeed, the next words confirmed his guess.

"Who doesn't know the Lord of Stone, my lord? But here, all are guests—no need to dwell on status. Just enjoy your comics."

Han Feng said softly.

Zhongli gave a slight nod.

Though he did not know how Master Han had learned his true identity,

in terms of common sense, what he said was indeed reasonable.

Once you enter, you are a guest—no distinction of status.

Thinking this, Zhongli placed ten million Mora on the counter, then walked toward the nearby shelf.

"He actually brought money?"

Looking at the Mora on the counter, Han Feng was surprised.

He had thought Zhongli, realizing he'd forgotten his money, would ask to bill it to Wangsheng Inn.

If that were the case, it would've been awkward.

This shop does not offer credit.

Not even if you are the Lord of Stone.

At this moment, Zhongli arrived beside the shelf.

He found only six comics remaining here.

But the outermost one caught his interest.

"'The Rune Continent'? A story from another world?"

Zhongli pondered.

This suggested Master Han might not be a god.

Rather, he was a mysterious being from another realm.

……

After the Lord of Stone took his comic to the quiet zone,

another wind god arrived at the store.

"Hey there, Master Han, I'm back!"

Venti arrived at the counter with his Maine Coon beast, greeting Han Feng.

He was today, as always, promoting Han's shop beneath the Statue of the Wind God.

He was recounting the story of "One Piece – East Blue Arc."

He had planned to say just a little and then slip away, coming here to read comics at Han's shop.

But this time, the audience was prepared.

They blocked him, refusing to let him leave.

Helpless, Venti could only tell them more for a while longer.

He had only just escaped a moment ago.

But upon entering, he noticed the comic shop had changed dramatically.

Shelves were filled with all kinds of comic characters.

Venti found it very interesting.

Still, he believed reading comics was more important.

"Han Boss, do you have 'Doraemon' today?"

Venti asked as usual.

"Yes, on that shelf over there."

Han Feng nodded.

Although many customers had come before, none had taken this comic.

If they knew how magical the items inside were, they'd surely regret it.

"Huh? Really?"

Venti's eyes lit up, his face breaking into delight.

Was the Gourmet Tablecloth he'd longed for finally coming?

Thinking of receiving this reward—never having to buy wine again—Venti grew excited.

He hurried over to the shelf.

"Is this a cat?"

Looking at the cover of "Doraemon," Venti was instantly stunned.

He was terrified of this thing.

But this cat seemed strange.

It had no ears on its head…

"Yes, but Doraemon is different from ordinary cats—it's a robot cat."

Han Feng explained.

"Robot cat?"