After Li Zhōujūn and Xue Zhi left the teahouse, they appeared in a small city 54,000 kilometers away.
The small city was called Anding City, and dusk had fallen.
Li Zhōujūn and Xue Zhi walked along the streets of Anding City, as though they stood beyond the mortal world. Although passersby walked right past them, no one noticed them, as if there were no one at all where they stood.
This was naturally because Li Zhōujūn and Xue Zhi had used a simple technique.
After all, their appearances were far too extraordinary, and they would have drawn far too much attention in this mortal world.
At the end of the streets of Anding City, an Old Beggar whose filthy clothes had been reduced to strips crouched in a corner.
Seeing him, the passing pedestrians could not bear it and all gave him alms.
The Old Beggar thanked them without pause. His voice sounded weak, but his eyes were bright and his spirits vigorous.
Yet most of those who gave alms to the Old Beggar looked radiant on the outside, while their eyes were dull and listless.
Among those giving alms to the Old Beggar were children as well.
"This is a sesame cake my mother made. It's delicious." Seeing how pitiful the Old Beggar looked, the child reluctantly tore the sesame cake in his hand in half and offered it to him. After accepting it, the Old Beggar thanked him repeatedly and stuffed the cake into his robes as if it were a treasure. Satisfied, the child hopped away happily.
Xue Zhi seemed not to have noticed these details. She conjured a copper coin and wanted to give it to the pitiful-looking beggar.
Li Zhōujūn smiled. "Don't be hasty. The human world has a hundred faces, and the mortal realm