Moonlight bathed the pale-colored mutton soup as it boiled vigorously in the pot, sending up plumes of white steam that filled the entire street with the aroma of meat.
Zhou Dao cradled a large bowl, serving himself mutton soup with a single-minded focus, attempting to scoop up all of the meat from the pot into his own bowl.
"How come there are no green onions? The taste is definitely missing something without them," he muttered.
With the steaming bowl of mutton soup in hand, Zhou Dao searched around the food stall for something.
The night wind howled, stirring his black robe. Qin Jinguang's eyes widened in astonishment as he stared at the young man in front of him, his heart filled with inexplicable eeriness.
He, a mighty strongman in the Tao Realm, the Punishment Master of the Demon Suppression Bureau's Judgement Bureau, was so formidable that the mere act of him striking down an enemy would cause the entire frontier to tremble.