December 9th, Dragon Calendar 19.
After returning to the correct timeline, Nan Feng changed his appearance and came to Wu Kong City, where he had stayed for over a month.
During that month or so, Nan Feng lived a very leisurely life.
Every day, aside from eating and sleeping, he went to get foot massages.
As a result, he met a like-minded friend—Ke Rong.
Ke Rong looked ordinary, but he had dyed his hair a striking yellow. Nan Feng habitually called him Huang Mao.
Late at night, at the Wu Kong City branch of the Huang Family Bathhouse.
Nan Feng and Ke Rong walked out of the establishment with their arms slung over each other's shoulders.
"Yu Yan, tell me—which is better, this bathhouse or the Imperial Palace?" Huang Mao, Ke Rong, stared at the bathhouse sign with a thoroughly satisfied expression.
Nan Feng gave an honest-looking smile and said cheerfully, "The Imperial Palace is where the Emperor resides, while bathhouses are where immortals reside. Do you want to be an Emperor or an immortal?"
"Hehehe... Of course I want to be an immortal." Ke Rong burst out laughing.
But his face soon clouded over. "Sigh, what a shame. I can't come tomorrow."
Nan Feng feigned concern. "What? Something happened at home?"
Ke Rong sighed and shook his head. "I'm all alone. What could possibly happen? I'm out of money. Damn it, foot massages feel great, but they cost way too damn much."
The moment Nan Feng heard that, he immediately guessed what Ke Rong was about to say.
He directly interrupted Ke Rong's spellcasting and said with a miserable expression, "Sigh, brother, I'm the same. I don't have a single copper coin left. Tonight, I'm planning to go east of the city and haul manure. Want to come with