Asking for Martial Arts

The next day.

The sky was bright.

Jiang Yuechu pushed open the courtyard gate. Outside, the streets had already taken on a hint of daily bustle.

The streets of Jing'an Ward were usually filled with Demon Suppression Office brothers and their families, with few outsiders around.

The vendors were familiar faces as well, making their living selling food.

She casually picked a stall and stopped.

"Old man, five flatbreads."

"Coming right up!"

The owner was an old man in his fifties. She had once heard someone mention that his son had served in the Demon Suppression Office years ago, met with an accident, and only half of him had returned.

As for which half, Jiang Yuechu had not asked closely.

In any case, it made little difference.

Jiang Yuechu took out over a dozen copper coins and tossed them onto the counter, then added, "Extra meat, and more sauce too."

After stepping into Core Formation, her appetite had risen with the tide. What would ordinarily feed three to five people was barely enough to line her stomach.

Five flatbreads landed in her hands, steaming hot.

She could not be bothered with appearances. Tearing open the oiled-paper bag, she grabbed a scalding flatbread and stuffed it into her mouth as she headed toward the Demon Suppression Office.

Just as she reached the street corner, a familiar yet hesitant voice came from behind her.

"Jiang... Lord Jiang?"

Jiang Yuechu's mouth was stuffed full. She paused and turned around.

It was Liu Chen.

He still looked much the same, though his expression was haggard, and he seemed several years more weathered.

Jiang Yuechu's puffed cheeks worked for a moment before she finally swallowed what was in her mouth. She nodded, counting it as a greeting.

"Heading to the office? Together?"

"Alright..."

Liu Chen