Also known as Slay the Gods: Ashes!
Step Thirty-Seven.
Lin Qiye's white cane tapped lightly against the bluestone pavement. The sound waves spread through the damp air, outlining the shape of the jianbing stall at the alley entrance: grease curled around the edges of the iron griddle, reflecting the faint morning light; glowing coals crackled in the stove; and the frayed cuffs of Old Zhang's sleeves bore traces of last night's rain. When the aroma of scallions mingled with cooking smoke reached his nose, he stopped precisely in front of the stall. His right hand hung naturally at his side, his fingertips just three centimeters from the folding military spike in his pocket.
"I'll have one with two eggs and sausage."
His voice had the clear, bright quality unique to a young man
