Upon reaching such a realm, does one still need to eat?
"He's not begging for steamed buns, but for imperial qi," Zi Yang explained softly.
The ascetic monk swallowed the steamed bun contentedly, chewing each bite and also ingesting the light yellow mist that clung to it.
After finishing his meal, he tidied up his appearance, bowed again towards the tightly shut gate, and then turned to leave.
"Sigh."
Shen Yi suddenly had quite a good impression of this so-called Immortal Court.
After resolving the problems at hand, it seemed not bad to find some work in such a world if one could.
With this in mind, he followed Zi Yang towards the outskirts of the city.
...
A small temple on the outskirts.
Two brightly dressed old Immortal Children brought out a broken wooden table and set it outside the temple, while a line of people formed orderly behind it.
Commoners needed only a guide to enter the city, but for cultivators...
