Year 495 of Dawn.
Star City North District, Central Street.
The streets were noisy, the crowds packed tight.
At this moment, a sixteen-year-old boy with a backpack on his shoulders walked dejectedly through the bustling street. Eventually, he stopped in front of a shop at the end of the road.
Looking up, he saw the two words "Spiritual Food" written on the shop's sign. It was a restaurant that specialized in Spiritual Food.
Standing before the shop's sensor door, the boy hesitated for a long while. In the end, he gritted his teeth and walked into the Spiritual Food Store.
The sensor door decorated with a landscape painting opened automatically. His view suddenly widened, and steaming mist rushed toward his face.
The shop was already full of diners. Enticing aromas wafted from the nearby kitchen and lingered beneath his nose. A menu of the shop's specialties was also posted on the walls.
The restaurant specialized in spiritual cuisine, and every dish on the menu was made from Spirituality Ingredients produced on the front lines.
Steamed, stir-fried, deep-fried, pan-fried, baked, braised... there was a full range of cooking methods.
Spiritual Food restaurants like this had only begun appearing in recent years. Back when resources had been desperately scarce, no one would have dared imagine such a thing.
The Star City Highest Council Decision Makers who proposed this plan had hoped to use Spirituality Ingredients to accelerate the growth of ordinary people's bloodline potential, making the next generation as outstanding as possible so they could keep pace with the increasingly harsh state of the world.
The boy quietly made his way to the staircase beside the kitchen. Just as he was about to head upstairs, a broad, booming voice sounded beside him, and a hand smacked heavily onto his shoulder.
"Little Feng,