Dawn had barely broken, yet sporadic footsteps could already be heard on the streets of Heaven Dou City.
Breakfast vendors set up their stalls, and white steam rose from their bamboo steamers, mingling with the fragrance of soy milk and drifting through the cool morning breeze.
Lu Jing sat at an Eight Immortals table downstairs in the inn with Wang Dong'er and Xiao Wu. Several plates of buns, a basket of steamed dumplings, and three large bowls of hot porridge sat on the table.
Xiao Wu sipped her porridge in small mouthfuls, her gaze occasionally darting toward Lu Jing and Wang Dong'er. The scent of blood from last night seemed to still linger beneath her nose, leaving her with little appetite.
"Eat up. Once you're done, I'll take you somewhere." Lu Jing pushed a meat bun toward her, his tone as casual as if they were simply going to browse the market.
Wang Dong'er looked at his composed expression and helplessly shook her head.
This guy had killed a prince and an imperial prince, yet he could still sleep soundly and eat with gusto. His nerve was downright unbelievable.
But on second thought, perhaps it was precisely this composure that allowed him to gain a foothold in the perilous Douluo Continent.
The three quickly finished breakfast. Lu Jing paid the bill and led them through the bustling market.
The farther they went toward the outskirts, the thinner the crowds became. The buildings lining the streets changed from tightly packed shops into mansions with courtyards. At last, they stopped before an inconspicuous residence.
The estate was hidden at the corner where two narrow alleys met. No plaque hung over the vermilion gate, and the door rings were made of understated bronze, covered in fine green patina. If Lu Jing had not