In the early morning, the bustling 'Mountain City' finally quieted down.
People got up as usual and went to work.
For most, what happened last night was none of their concern.
They needed to run around for today's livelihood.
Of course, some chatter over tea and meals was inevitable.
At dawn, Zhao Laosi carried his wonton stand into Martial Arts Street.
Same spot as usual, he put down his stand, set up the pole, and began to make a fire.
Whew!
A breath blew onto the already glowing charcoal, instantly sparking up and leaping upwards.
Moments later, the upper layer of charcoal was half red and half black.
Zhao Laosi glanced at the charcoal, set up the pot, poured water, all in one go.
After all, selling breakfast for ten years, these had become his instincts.
Just like when he wielded a sword to kill.
Last night, someone at the 'Yu Lai Gathering' announced a hundred taels of gold bounty.
A hundred taels of gold!
Such bounties weren't unheard of.
