Never mind how hard it was to find a bowl of noodles in the Beast Territory-even daring to set up a little stall on the street was astonishing. Having no shop to establish himself in and selling along the street meant this old man had no power behind him to rely on. Wouldn't that leave him open to anyone's bullying?
Unless the old man himself was strong enough to keep the Beast Race's petty villains in check.
"Old sir, a bowl of hand-pulled noodles, with big chunks of meat!"
Mu Bai sat straight down and ordered a bowl from the old man. The diners at the other tables all looked up. Who was this, daring to ask for big chunks of meat in broad daylight?
"Oh my, young fellow, are you an Alchemist?" The old man looked at Mu Bai with a chuckle, his hands never stopping as he stretched the noodles. "If you're an Alchemist, of course you're entitled to eat meat. Coming right up..."
Mu Bai was not puzzled by the startled looks from the other diners. He knew that members of the Human Race were not entitled to eat meat in the Beast Territory unless they were high-ranking Alchemists or above.
Before long, a brimming bowl of hand-pulled noodles arrived at the table. Mu Bai first sipped the broth, which went down very smoothly, then picked up a chunk of meat and chewed it. It tasted like donkey meat.
Just then, a one-armed burly man arrived with a large sack over his shoulder. Apparently quite familiar with the old noodle seller, he unloaded the sack onto a flatbed cart, then sat down at Mu Bai's table.
"A bowl of donkey-meat noodles for me too. A large one."
"Right you are. Just a moment, coming right up."
Mu