Luming Town remained the same bustling hub, with the ever-flowing stream of passersby, and the breakfast shop that drew the town's eyes and business continued to thrive as ever.
However, at this moment inside the shop, tending to customers was the maid Li Xiaoduo, while Fu Yuqing, the proprietress, was nowhere to be seen.
Amid the morning rush, Li Xiaoduo gradually found her footing, and as the sun climbed higher, the number of patrons dwindled.
Leaning against a table, Li Xiaoduo quietly reflected on her personal concerns, wondering how her young master was faring with his daily cultivation and if his body could endure it.
Every time she thought about the time she helped sort her young master's clothes, and the weight of the iron armor just taken off by the Second Young Master, Li Xiaoduo would feel a twinge of pain in her heart.
