Qin Guan stood at the city gate, gazed for a while longer at the frozen streetscape around him, then stepped inside.
He followed the main street inward. After walking for about the time it took an incense stick to burn, he suddenly spotted a long line.
The queue stretched from the street corner all the way to the door of a low wooden house, with several hundred people in it.
The moment he saw that crowd, Qin Guan's expression turned grave. He could not see through a single one of those hundreds of people—they were all far from ordinary.
"I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."
Just as Qin Guan was reeling in shock, Lin Suisui suddenly appeared before him.
"Mm, I'm here."
Qin Guan nodded. Looking at the people lined up in the distance, he asked curiously, "Suisui, who are they?"
"They're all people seeking the Dao here," Lin Suisui said with a smile.
"Seeking the Dao?"
Qin Guan frowned. "Then why are they lining up over there to buy fried chicken?"
"Because the Primordial Tower likes fried chicken. They're lining up to buy it so they can enter the Primordial Tower to cultivate."
After saying that, Lin Suisui grabbed Qin Guan's hand. "Oh, stop asking already. Hurry up and let's go line up for fried chicken!"
Lin Suisui pulled Qin Guan to the very end of the queue, and they began waiting.
Qin Guan noticed that those ahead of them who bought fried chicken would immediately leave after receiving their oil-paper packets. Their steps were swift, and they never looked back.
No one spoke. No one turned around to look. Their gazes barely even met. The entire line was so quiet that it did not feel like a queue at all, but rather some silent ritual, with