The fresh morning breeze carried a trace of the night's chill. Pearl-like dewdrops swayed upon the leaves in the wind, reflecting the newly risen dawn.
Bu Lige walked down the street, feeling the cool breeze brush against her face.
The hottest Month of Midsummer was about to pass. The Month of Frosty Autumn was drawing near, and the temperature was gradually shifting toward something more pleasant.
"Steamed buns! Freshly steamed big buns!"
"Soy milk! Soy milk!"
"Tofu pudding! Sweet and savory, we've got both!"
"..."
The cries of vendors reached her ears from both sides of the street.
Early-rising townsfolk sat together in twos and threes, breakfast set before them as they traded bits and pieces of gossip.
It was nothing more than the recent changes in Jiuyao City—disciples from some sect or another had come here, relying on their status to commit all manner of misdeeds, only to be seized by enthusiastic citizens within minutes and brought to justice.
Within Jiuyao City, equality between ordinary people and Transcendents had more or less been achieved.
Bu Lige thought that was a good thing.
According to what Luo Chuan had once said, some worlds had no Transcendents at all.
Yet they had taken an entirely different path of development.
A direction for civilization known as "technology."
It was said that the Magic Phone was a product of technological development.
With the aid of technology, even an ordinary person could possess strength equal to that of a Transcendent—or perhaps strength far greater still.
The void was boundless, and the universe endlessly vast.
The limitations of mortal vision could easily limit the way they viewed all things.
Lost in her thoughts, Bu Lige unknowingly arrived at the familiar Yuan Gui's Shop.
"Master."
She saw Yuan Gui sitting there, looking at his Magic Phone,