Life is truly beautiful.
As dusk descends, the city lights gradually illuminate, marking the time when every household starts cooking, soothing their stomachs for the last time each day.
The doors and windows of these old houses are not particularly tight, and for Fu Qian, just taking a breath can discern what the neighbors are cooking, and even whether they mistakenly used dark soy sauce instead of light soy sauce.
However, considering most are elderly grandparents, perhaps their cooking skills aren't great, but with a lifetime of experience, they generally know their seasonings.
Sitting on the sofa, Fu Qian stretched lazily, confirming that no one made such a basic mistake.
Of course, feeling relieved, he didn't do anything further, simply activated the mark and returned.
Then he performed a double jump with his mask on.
One must admit, the Zawarudo technique is increasingly profound the more it's used.
Reappearing at Miss Wen's mansion, the surroundings were still quiet.
