The sky was just beginning to brighten.
There were already quite a few breakfast stalls on the streets.
Zhou Yi, starting from one end and working his way to the other, ate his fill as the food in his stomach was refined into nothingness by his circulating mana.
"This salty tofu pudding is great, another bowl please!"
Along the way, he met neighbors and greeted them with a smile, young ones as 'auntie' and the elderly as 'old lady'—he couldn't go wrong.
A neighbor asked in confusion, "Who is this handsome young man?"
"My master was Zhou Yi. He asked me to seek my fortune in the Capital before he passed away."
At this moment, Zhou Yi, appearing to be in his twenties, closely resembled his true appearance, and being nourished by the spiritual energy over the years, his appearance had become quite remarkable in the eyes of ordinary people.
Compared to Old Bai, Zhou Yi consoled himself by valuing temperament over appearance.
"The disciple of Master Zhou!"
