Master Tongtong?

People still could kill each other.

So there were meat buns.

The stall owner carried two steaming bowls of white porridge and walked over with small steps. "Young master, your porridge is here, and the buns will be served to you immediately!"

After placing the white porridge down, he was somewhat curious why Jian Wushuang, alone, ordered two servings of white porridge.

Though curious, he didn't dwell on it too much, instead, he turned to lift the steamer lid and fetched the buns.

Jian Wushuang casually picked up a pair of chopsticks. There were complimentary spicy pickles on the table, and he ate the porridge with the pickles.

It had been many years since he had done such a thing.

With just a sip, he felt warmth spreading throughout his body.

Leisurely sipping his porridge, he quietly awaited Tongtian Buddha's passing.

In just a few breaths, counting the steps, Tongtian Buddha arrived.