Mu Yang did not have many thoughts about a future partner. Two people keeping each other company first had to catch each other's eye, and second had to feel comfortable together. No entanglement, no restraints; neither should be a burden to the other. Beyond that, if both felt, "You're good to me," then that was enough.
Passionate love rarely came with a long shelf life. Once the heat cooled, all that remained was the ordinary routine of food, clothing, and daily necessities. If that kind of plainness still felt familiar, as though her scent was the scent on your own body, then you had chosen the right person.
Love and familial affection were separated by only a thin line, but familial affection lasted longer. At that moment, a nimble figure surfaced in his mind.
Meixia...
Mu Yang smiled faintly, then frowned. She was a little too young!
He rested briefly in the restaurant. Through the window, he watched pedestrians carrying all sorts of farming tools and driving ox carts and horse-drawn carriages. Some were local farmers, while others were passing merchants.
With a clink, Mu Yang set down his wine cup, rose to his feet, and went to the counter to pay.
Now that he was carrying a huge sum of money, finances no longer troubled him.
It should be said that martial artists had countless ways to make money. They could casually find a treasure vault, wipe out some bandits, open a school to take in disciples, or work as mercenaries to uphold justice in the world. Any of those could bring in a considerable income, so they were generally never troubled by money.
So he had no idea why Son Goku, Krillin, and the others always lived in such poverty.
After wandering the streets alone for a while