Another night had passed as Long Ming woke up from his cultivation session. Wearing a casual robe, he went for a stroll in the Holy Qilin City streets.
His eyes fell on the enigmatic fried dough seller, who just set up his stalls.
" Hoho, Uncle, It seems you are pretty early today." Long Ming laughed lightly as he walked to him.
" Me? Early?" The middle aged man laughed. " I always open my stall at this time. It's you who came early today."
" Haha, Is that so?" Long Ming picked his seat, " Then I will have two servings of fried dough and a bowl of beancurd paste."
" Just a moment."
The middle aged person gave a glance to Long Ming as he started to prepare for his order.
" Well, I guess my day is going to be good." The middle aged man smiled.
" Why do you think that, Uncle?" Long Ming asked in a curious voice.
" Well, My first customer is the winner of Imperial Tourament after all."
