The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

The man, thinking he didn't like it, quickly waved his hand: "If you don't like it, I'll still call you Master Chen..."

"No need," Chen Hao interrupted him. "You can call me whatever you want."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, happily posed for the photo, and returned to his seat.

He had barely sat down when he pulled out his phone and posted a message on his WeChat Moments. The photo was a group picture, and the caption read: "I bumped into the God of War at MixC Mall today! The God of War is even more handsome in person than in the live stream! He even said it's okay for me to call him God of War! I'm so happy!"

Before long, the restaurant entrance became lively. A group of people poured in, including young people, middle-aged people, and even parents with children. They stood at the entrance looking around, and their eyes lit up when they saw Chen Hao's table.

"There! There!"

"Truly a god!"

"Quick, quick, let's eat here too!"

The restaurant manager rushed over, sweating profusely: "Ladies and gentlemen, our restaurant is small and seating is limited..."

"It's okay, we'll line up!"

"Yes, we'll wait!"

"We'll wait as long as the gods eat!"

In less than twenty minutes, a long queue had formed at the restaurant entrance, winding around several corners. The waiters were running around non-stop, and even after adding several tables, it still wasn't enough to seat everyone.

The other guests around were also stunned, looking up and whispering among themselves.

"A deity? Master Chen? Who is this? A celebrity?"

"He looks pretty handsome, but I've never seen him before. Which internet celebrity is he?"

"What's going on? Is this some kind of idol from some fandom? Or some kind of big shot from some circle?"

Outside the restaurant

A middle-aged woman with curly hair put down her chopsticks and craned her neck curiously to look around: "What's going on? Why is the line so long? Is this restaurant really that good?"

The man next to her shook his head: "I don't know, I've never eaten it either."

Another young man in a plaid shirt leaned closer and whispered, "It's not food, it's that person. See him? The one by the window, wearing a light blue shirt."

The middle-aged woman followed his gaze. Chen Hao was eating with his head down, his profile sharply defined, exuding an outstanding aura. She stared at him for several seconds, then nodded: "He's quite handsome, a celebrity?"

"He's not a celebrity, but he's more famous than a celebrity." The young man lowered his voice. "Haven't you seen his live streams? The Queen Mother of the West's Secret Realm, the Qin Shi Huang Silk Manuscript, the Zhu You technique for curing cancer—it's all about him online. His fans call him a god, saying he's a deity who lived from ancient times."

The middle-aged woman's eyes widened: "A survivor from ancient times? A deity? Are you kidding me? What era is this? Deities?"

The young man shrugged: "I don't believe it either, but he cured a patient with late-stage brain cancer, and the whole thing was broadcast live. The hospital test results are even out. You can find out about it by searching online."

The middle-aged woman took out her phone and searched with some skepticism. The more she looked, the more complicated her expression became: "This...this is all true?"

"Who knows? But all those powerful families believed it. The Ye family, the Wu family, the Qin family, the Ying family—they all sent him gifts. The official accounts sent gifts every single day without fail."

The middle-aged woman gasped, and when she looked at Chen Hao again, her eyes were completely different.

The customers at the next few tables also heard it and immediately took out their phones to search. In an instant, the restaurant was filled with exclamations of "Holy crap!", "Really?", and "My God!"

A middle-aged man in sportswear put down his phone and exclaimed, "So it was him! My daughter watches his live streams every day at home, and I always said she was obsessed with celebrities. I never expected... this guy is really something else!"

The older woman next to him leaned over and said, "Your daughter watches it too? My granddaughter does too! She keeps talking about some kind of god, I thought it was some kind of cartoon."

Another young man chimed in, "What cartoon? That's real people. And they're way more capable than those celebrities. Can celebrities cure diseases? Can celebrities restore silk manuscripts from two thousand years ago?"

The atmosphere in the restaurant grew increasingly lively. Those who had originally come just to eat were now all talking about Chen Hao. Some were watching his previous livestream replays, some were messaging friends, and some were secretly taking photos to post on social media.

"Just who is this person?"

"The internet says he was Qin Shi Huang's teacher and a friend of the Queen Mother of the West."

"The Queen Mother of the West? The one from mythology?"

"Yes, that's it. They even broadcast live the elixir of immortality they found in the ruins of the Queen Mother of the West, as well as the Jade Pool."

"My God... wouldn't that make him a god?"

"That's why fans call him a god."

A businessman in a suit shook his head, looking incredulous. "That's not scientific. All this talk about ancient beings and gods is just hype. These internet celebrities these days will make up anything for clicks."

His companion next to him adjusted his glasses and whispered, "But he cured that brain cancer patient; the hospital has a report. How do you explain that?"

The man in the suit opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The restaurant manager came running over again, this time to deliver food. He personally carried a fruit platter and placed it on Chen Hao's table, smiling apologetically, "My lord, this is a small token of our appreciation. It's our honor that you dine with us."

Chen Hao shook his head: "No need."

"Please don't be so polite," the manager insisted. "Look at all those guests at the door; they've all come for you. This meal is on us."

Chen Siyao whispered to Yang Wanqing, "My brother gets his meal for free, and there are hundreds of people lined up outside waiting for him to finish eating."

Yang Wanqing replied in a low voice, "Free meals are probably only for small items. If we want anything, just say the word and the people from the four major families will be begging to send it over."

Chen Hao glanced at them, and the two immediately shut up and lowered their heads to eat.

After finishing his meal, Chen Hao put down his chopsticks. The crowd queuing outside stirred, someone shouting, "The High God is finished eating! Get ready!"

Chen Siyao looked at the dense crowd at the entrance and swallowed hard. "Brother, how do we get out?"

Chen Hao stood up, picked up the shopping bag, and said, "Let's go over there."

The three walked towards the door, the path packed with people. Some were taking photos with their phones, some were shouting, "God, look this way!", and some were stamping their feet in excitement. A young girl squeezed to the front, blushing, and said, "God, may I shake your hand?"

Chen Hao glanced at her, reached out his hand, and gently shook it.

The girl screamed and ran away, covering her face.

The people around them became even more excited and pushed forward.

"God! I want to shake your hand too!"

"God! Please sign your name for me!"

"God! Please bless me so I can pass my exam!"

Chen Hao's lips twitched slightly, and he quickened his pace to leave. Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing flanked him like two bodyguards.

After finally squeezing to the elevator entrance, the elevator doors opened. The three of them quickly stepped inside, and even as the doors closed, they could still hear the commotion outside.

Chen Siyao leaned against the elevator wall and let out a long sigh: "Brother, are you going to have to wear a mask when you go out from now on? This is too much."