For the vast majority of young disciples, the lights of Profound Heaven Street only truly revealed their relaxing, joyous side after the dust had settled on the Golden Core Division finals.
The most gripping excitement, the bustle tied to glory, had already passed—people always paid more attention to matters concerning those closer to themselves. The Nascent Soul Division prodigies were too far beyond them; they could only watch for entertainment. Trying to make sense of anything from it was practically a test for these young disciples.
With their taut nerves finally easing, the crowds were actually far denser than during the day. Naturally, there was no shortage among them of figures who had fought earlier.
"Crunch."
The crisp sound was unremarkable against the clamor of the market. Bai Moxiao walked slightly ahead, holding a skewer of crystal-clear red fruits coated in thick sugar shells, and bit down without a care.
The sugar shell shattered, mingling with the fruit's faint tartness to burst into a simple, direct sweetness and crunch. He narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, then glanced back at the twins walking side by side behind him.
"It's kind of good. You two really aren't having any?" he invited vaguely, taking another bite as a few sugar crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth.
Still not entirely over the frustration of losing her match, Bai Moyu folded her arms and rolled her eyes at his words. "Not in the mood."
Her twin brother, Bai Moyun, walking beside her, frowned slightly as his gaze fell on the skewer of ordinary sweets in Bai Moxiao's hand, clearly devoid of spiritual energy.
"This is not spiritual food. Its sugar content is impure and unrefined; eating it may cause impurities to accumulate within the body. It does nothing for cultivation, so forget it."