The youth sat quietly, gazing at the mountain, his thoughts free of evil.
Old Meng, in the steamed-bun shop, awaited the honored guest of his lifetime.
As it happened, Old Meng had originally only sold mutton soup and didn't know how to make mutton buns...
Until Old Zhang brought Wang Xian back to Phoenix City.
He came here occasionally and drank a bowl of sheep-offal soup. After that, the two old men grew close, visiting one another frequently. Thus, Old Zhang taught Old Meng the secret of making mutton buns.
Over the past two years, business at the steamed-bun shop had grown better and better, and Old Meng's days had become increasingly comfortable.
Until, a few days ago, Wang Xian gave the old man another bowl of spirit wine...
Until the four women sat down in the steamed-bun shop. The moment all four women and Old Meng cried out in unison, wondering if they had mistaken the person...
Old Zhang secretly transmitted his voice to Old Meng, and only then did the old man learn that the four women had drunk Wang Xian's Drunk Without Care and had selectively forgotten the youth they had chased across the skies before.
The four young women had never expected that even an old man selling buns could return to youth.
They had only been apart for a few days, yet he looked not merely ten years younger.
Old Meng had not expected that the four women, who were about to grow into full-fledged young ladies, would become like him as well... The young women had merely drunk three more cups of wine, probably because they cultivated the Dao.
Thank goodness, thank goodness. Everyone had grown younger.
Even Old Zhang's mottled white hair had been reduced by more than half.
For a time, the