In the time it took to spread the cake, the overpass disappeared and people arrived in the world of immortality.
Before he could react, a foundation-building casual cultivator took out six spiritual stones and bought his first piece of cake. After taking a bite, the bottleneck that had been stuck for twenty-seven years was broken on the spot, and I squatted on the ground and cried loudly.
The line stretched to the end of the street. Jiang Mu immersed himself in spreading the cakes, thinking that they were all for sale anyway, no matter where they were sold.
"Six dollars. Get in line."
