The next day, morning.
Sanqin District, Shangmafang Old Residential Area.
The old courtyards are connected to each other, resembling pigeon cages from above, appearing old and weathered amidst the towering buildings of the city.
A solitary pancake stall is set up beneath the broken and weathered walls, the pancakes sizzling and smoking on the iron anvil, the rising heat becoming the last bits of mortal world smoke in this old city area.
"Uncle Feng, add two eggs for me..."
Zhang Fan stood in front of the stall, watching Feng Ping'an expertly making pancakes, unable to resist adding an extra egg.
"You really know how to eat." Feng Ping'an grinned and said, "Do you want scallions and cilantro?"
"Yes, both, a bit less cilantro."
Zhang Fan nodded, his gaze resting on the pancakes, yet his attention constantly roaming around the surroundings.
Yesterday, after returning from Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, he couldn't sit still.
