But when Xī Xīnyí blinked, the young man who had still been standing in front of the bun shop a moment ago had vanished.
Only a few copper coins lay quietly before the bun shop proprietress's stall.
If not for those few copper coins, it would have been as though the young man had never appeared at all.
"Goodness! An immortal bought buns from me?!"
The bun shop proprietress stared at the copper coins before her and slapped her forehead in astonishment.
The girl beside Xī Xīnyí had shock written all over her face. "Grandma, that person just... disappeared?"
"Could it be... that he really was the Esteemed Immortal you mentioned?"
Tears filled Xī Xīnyí's old eyes. Her voice trembled as she said to her granddaughter, "Who would have thought that after a hundred years, the immortal's bearing would remain unchanged, while I've gone from a sixteen-year-old girl to a decrepit old woman over a hundred years old? But to see that Esteemed Immortal one more time before I die... After living this long, this old woman has no regrets in death."
"Grandma, what are you saying? You can still live another hundred years!"
The girl comforted her grandmother.
"I'm old now." Xī Xīnyí shook her head and smiled. "Come on, let's buy some buns too."
"Okay! Let's buy a few for General Fire as well!" the girl replied happily.
"Woof!"
Elsewhere.
At that moment, Li Zhōujūn was standing on a flying sword and wolfing down buns as he sped toward the Gravekeeper Clan.
Before this, Li Zhōujūn had often heard people say that there were no years in cultivation, but he had never felt there was anything worth lamenting.
Now, however, he saw it differently. He had merely slept once, yet Xī Xīnyí, who had once been a girl