Of course, there was no hurry to start storytelling. Hui Mian had faithfully carried out every duty in the mountains, and later had ridden the Gourd all over the slopes gathering morning dew. A reward was certainly in order.
Heaven-Bearing Prefecture was the wealthiest place under heaven. People and goods of every description could be found here, and naturally there was no shortage of delicacies, though those with a reputation did not come cheap.
Yi Shuyuan currently had some silver on him. Although he had not taken what Master Mo offered, he had saved quite a bit during his time telling stories in Tea Province.
It certainly was not enough to spend lavishly in Capital City without restraint, but it was more than sufficient for a few indulgences.
Only, after three days, those indulgences had gone a little too far.
That morning, Yi Shuyuan was walking along a broad street when Hui Mian, perched on his shoulder, leaned close to his ear and whispered.
"Sir, we ordered too many dishes yesterday. At this rate, our silver won't last very long."
"With a money-making skill at my disposal, why should I fear going hungry?"
Yi Shuyuan answered with a smile, not worried in the least, and merely continued his leisurely stroll through the city.
Capital City's people were more numerous and varied than the hairs on an ox, and the shifting fortunes of many made another kind of scenery in Yi Shuyuan's eyes.
For instance, when two parties were arguing, a glance at the changing fortunes above their heads told him plainly who was fierce on the outside but hollow within, and whose anger had reached its peak.
Yi Shuyuan had now attained a measure of accomplishment in the Immortal Dao. Walking through the Mortal World was like a fish swimming