The little girl, dressed in rags from head to toe, froze slightly at these words. She turned to glance at Ye Xingchen, a trace of shyness appearing on her face.
She looked at the steamed bun in her hand, her eyes filled with longing.
"You want a steamed bun, right? Here, hurry and eat. You must be starving!"
Smiling broadly, Ye Xingchen shook his head slightly. Looking at the little girl before him, he rubbed his hair, then handed the steamed bun over.
Watching the child wolf it down, he sighed inwardly, thinking that the Ruthless Great Emperor's Dao Fruit was actually wandering through the mortal world.
With more on his mind than he could put into words, he sighed softly, then picked the girl up in his arms and walked toward the far end.
Meanwhile, inside Lingxu Cave Heaven,
Ye Fan, who had been spurned, wore a miserable expression. Looking at Zhang Zilin, Li Changqing, and the others, who could summon wind and rain and have whatever they wanted, he sighed inwardly.
He thought about how, ever since Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin, nothing more had happened after those so-called immortals had chosen disciples from among their group.
And he, a useless nobody without any special physique, could only do menial chores.
Unable to put it all into words, he shook his head. Just as he was about to turn and head to the kitchen to fetch water, he saw a familiar figure approach him.
"Well, if it isn't Ye Fan. I heard you're useless. What now? Want to try currying favor with me this time? Maybe I'll treat you well. If I'm in a good mood someday, I might give you a spirit stone, and even that could qualify you to cultivate!"
Looking at the arrogant, smug