Shen Zhiyi walked excitedly through the bustling city.

"Cang Liuyu, look! There's someone making sugar figurines!"

After a while, she ran to the pastry shop on the other side, "It smells so good, give me a piece!"

Cangliu Yu, carrying his sword, followed behind her.

Somewhat reluctantly, he stepped forward and handed a few coins to the stall owner.

Shen Zhiyi took the hot pancake and took a few bites, slurping, "Whoosh...it's so hot..."

She tossed the biscuit back and forth between her hands, while still chewing on a piece.

Would you like to try some?

Cang Liuyu touched his temples. "Didn't you say you were going to treat me to dinner at a restaurant later?"

"After eating the pancake, do you still have room in your stomach?"

Shen Zhiyi blew on it for a long time, then took another bite, closed her eyes, and swallowed it with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, I probably ate it."

"I can eat any amount."

Cang Liuyu's gaze followed her hand and landed on her flat stomach.

His eyes dimmed for a moment.

"Is that so?"

His low, hoarse voice was drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the city.

He watched as Shen Zhiyi turned and ran towards the brightly lit restaurant, leaving behind a trail of laughter and fluttering skirts.

His mind also began to wander.

Having walked for a long time in the ancient and silent path of swordsmanship, this was the first time I had ever seen such a light and graceful light.

He smelled the aroma of cooking wafting from the streets.

A strange emotional ripple stirred within the cold, still lake of my heart.

That is called—greed.

...

"Waiter! Bring me your highest-grade Manchu Han Imperial Feast!"

Shen Zhiyi stepped into Wangyue Restaurant and said with great bravado.

She patted her bulging purse.

Before setting off, she exchanged the Illusionary Spirit Pearls she obtained in the secret realm for a lot of silver.

Make sure Cangliuyu is well-fed!

She turned around, looked at the man with a stern face, and chuckled.

"Another pot of Moon Chasing Brew, please."

She smiled, winked at the waiter, and added, "I want the strongest, most mellow pot."