Chapter 387: The Owner of Whitelist Restaurant
The Owner of Whitelist Restaurant
Leon didn’t enter. Instead, he said calmly, "Call out your owner."
His voice wasn’t loud.
It carried no anger, nor did it contain any trace of arrogance.
Yet the instant those words left his lips, the lively atmosphere inside the Whitelist Restaurant seemed to pause for the briefest moment.
The waiter, who had just welcomed the three with a practiced smile, blinked in surprise.
For a heartbeat, he simply stared at Leon.
The young man before him possessed an extraordinary bearing unlike anyone he had ever met. His shoulder-length black hair rested neatly against the midnight robes embroidered with elegant amethyst patterns. His purple eyes were calm and unfathomable, giving the impression of a tranquil lake whose true depth could never be measured.
Standing quietly behind him were two breathtaking young women.
Selena stood gracefully at Leon’s left side, her snow-white robes fluttering softly as sunlight streamed through the entrance. Her silver hair flowed like silk over her shoulders, while her porcelain skin seemed almost luminous beneath the morning light.
On Leon’s right stood Rias.
Her long crimson hair cascaded down her back like flowing fire, contrasting beautifully against her elegant red robes embroidered with soaring dragons. Her bright scarlet eyes calmly observed everything around her, though a hint of curiosity remained hidden within them.
The three of them looked less like ordinary travelers and more like figures who had stepped out of an ancient painting.
Still...
The waiter quickly recovered his composure.
Although Leon’s appearance was extraordinary, appearances alone meant very little in a place like Whitelist Restaurant.
Every day, countless young masters from influential households visited this establishment believing their backgrounds granted them special privileges.
Many arrived acting proudly.
Many left humbled.
Thinking Leon was simply another influential young master looking to throw his weight around, the waiter secretly sighed.
’Another troublesome guest...’
Even so, years of experience allowed him to maintain his courteous smile.
"I’m sorry, sir."
"Our owner is very busy."
"Not everyone can meet him."
"If you have any business, you may tell me instead."
His tone remained respectful.
However...
The faint contempt hidden deep within his eyes did not escape Leon’s notice.
It wasn’t born from malice.
Rather, it was the quiet confidence of someone serving one of the greatest commercial powers in the Fallen Leaf Domain.
Working at Whitelist Restaurant had given him a pride few ordinary cultivators possessed.
After all, this restaurant had stood in Ashford City for countless years.
Its reputation spread across kingdoms and powerful sects alike.
Very few people possessed the qualifications to request a meeting with its owner the moment they walked through the doors.
Leon merely looked at the waiter before a faint smile appeared on his face.
He wasn’t here to cause trouble.
Nor did he have any interest in arguing with someone simply doing his job.
Without speaking another word...
He quietly released a tiny fraction of his aura.
Boom.
The change was almost imperceptible.
No tables shattered.
No walls cracked.
No violent explosion erupted.
Instead...
An invisible pressure silently spread throughout the restaurant like a calm tide washing over the sea.
The surrounding air instantly became heavier.
The cheerful conversations inside the hall gradually fell silent.
Several cultivators instinctively looked toward the entrance, their expressions changing almost immediately.
The waiter felt it most clearly.
His pupils contracted violently.
His breathing suddenly became difficult.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
His knees nearly buckled beneath him.
It felt as though an ancient mountain had descended upon his shoulders.
Every instinct in his body screamed one terrifying warning.
The person standing before him...
Was unimaginably powerful.
’T-This...’
His heart pounded wildly inside his chest.
His earlier confidence vanished without leaving even the slightest trace.
Only now did he realize his mistake.
This wasn’t an arrogant young master relying on family influence.
This...
...was a true peerless expert.
The waiter hurriedly lowered his head, no longer daring to meet Leon’s eyes.
Before he could think of how to apologize—
A hearty laugh echoed from the upper floor.
"Haha... Rare guest, truly a rare guest..."
Just as the waiter stood frozen, desperately wondering how to resolve the awkward situation, a warm, hearty laugh echoed from the upper floor.
Every conversation inside the restaurant paused.
Dozens of eyes instinctively turned toward the staircase.
A middle-aged man descended at an unhurried pace, each step steady and composed. His grey hair was neatly tied behind his head, and although his robes were simple, they carried an understated elegance befitting someone of high status.
It was none other than the owner of Whitelist Restaurant in Ashford City—
Cavir Walton.
On the surface, he appeared calm and welcoming, his expression carrying the practiced smile of a seasoned businessman.
Inside...
His heart was in complete turmoil.
What in the world is happening?
Why would someone like him suddenly come to my little restaurant?
His thoughts raced one after another.
Although Whitelist Restaurant possessed an extraordinary background, Cavir knew exactly who stood before him.
Leon.
The legendary Purple Sword Monarch.
During recent months, Leon’s reputation had spread throughout the Fallen Leaf Domain like an unstoppable tempest.
At first, the stories had sounded believable.
Then they became astonishing.
Finally...
They grew so unbelievable that people questioned whether they were even possible.
Yet every time someone investigated those rumors, they discovered something unsettling.
They were true.
The latest rumor was the most shocking of them all.
Leon had supposedly reached the legendary Pinnacle Realm.
Whether exaggerated or not, Cavir wasn’t willing to gamble on the possibility that it was false.
Someone capable of standing at that height could dominate the entire Fallen Leaf Domain with ease.
Compared to such an existence...
His branch of Whitelist Restaurant was insignificant.
Please don’t tell me one of my employees offended him...
The thought alone sent a chill down his spine.
He had managed this restaurant for many years and had encountered all kinds of troublesome guests.
But today was different.
This wasn’t someone he could simply smooth things over with a few polite words.