In the inner city of Qingshi City.
On one bustling street.
At a stall that specializes in selling beef bone soup.
The owner, his face covered with pockmarks, watched as Luo Changfeng, dressed in white, gradually disappeared into the distance.
Bitterness tinged with a wry smile spread across his face.
His immortal fate.
Just like that, his immortal fate had slipped away.
"Alas..."
After letting out a somewhat helpless sigh.
The pockmarked-faced owner of the beef bone soup stall could only continue making his soup.
Dreams were dreams, reality was reality.
He understood the difference quite clearly.
It was just a bit of a pity.
His previous ambitions to take numerous wives, have children, and create his own family of immortal cultivators.
That probably would become an impossibility now.
...
Time flew by.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
Now in the inner city of Qingshi City.
