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Chen Yu was completely uninterested in those things and soon he, along with Tong Ya and Tuan Tuan, found themselves on a snack street.

This place was much more interesting than other areas, not only offering the culinary delights of the secular world below the mountain but also Daoist-themed specialty foods.

One shop in particular was very intriguing; it seemed to be run by the Taoists from Sacred Mountain themselves. They made fried rice in various animal shapes and placed a large amount of secret sauce on the side.

Chen Yu sniffed curiously and became interested. He immediately took a seat in front of the stall.

"Boss, three servings for us!"

The cook was a middle-aged man dressed like a Daoist, only his robe was a bit strange, as it was black.

If it weren't for the Daoist insignia on it, Chen Yu would have thought the boss was just masquerading as a Daoist.

"Alright! Choose any shape you like."