Wuhun City, the holy city of soul masters, is even more prosperous and lively than the capitals of the two great empires.
Pedestrians flow like water, and carriages stretch out like a long dragon, bustling and crowded.
The clean and tidy avenues paved with flagstones are lined with bustling shops, also filled with people coming and going.
Changing into a clean white casual home wear, Wang Zhong walked along the roadside in his original appearance, his eyes shining as he looked around. Although he had caught a glimpse of the bustling scene a month ago, it was far from as delightful as being able to freely explore it now.
As he walked and browsed, Wang Zhong would occasionally enter some very attractive shops and wander around inside. Although he didn't need to buy anything, his curiosity kept him lingering at the counters.
Emerging from a shop, Wang Zhong held a string of something like candied hawthorn. Several small round fruits were pure emerald green, coated with a layer of crystal-clear sugar frosting. Just a glance made one's appetite surge.
Swallowing, Wang Zhong bit off the topmost small fruit. The sweet sugar frosting melted in his mouth, making his eyes feel sweet.
With a forceful bite, he bit open the unknown small fruit, and Wang Zhong's eyes suddenly widened. The sweetness in his eyes instantly vanished, and he shivered all over.
Sour! So sour!
The fruit in his mouth made Wang Zhong's teeth go numb with sourness, and his little face wrinkled up.
He chewed, his body jolted, and after finally swallowing the fruit, Wang Zhong stuck out his tongue, his face contorted with sourness.
"What kind of fruit is this? It's too sour."
"But it's quite refreshing!"
A lingering taste on his small face, Wang Zhong bit into the second fruit. Just like before, it started sweet but ended sour.
One bite, one shiver. The strange feeling and taste made Wang Zhong eat with a sensation of dying and being resurrected.
After finally finishing all the fruits, Wang Zhong saw biscuits and cakes displayed in a shop next to him.
He threw the bamboo skewer in his hand into a nearby trash can and walked in without hesitation. When he came out again, he was holding a large paper bag that reached his jaw.
Reaching in, he took out a small cake that was still warm and popped it into his mouth. The sweet aroma of flour completely masked the sourness from before.
"Ah, this little cake is delicious."
Swallowing the contents of his mouth, Wang Zhong let out a comfortable sigh.
But after he popped the second cake into his mouth, he felt something was wrong.
Because directly opposite him was a little girl about his height, wearing a luxurious green dress, staring at him with a pair of snake-like green eyes, clearly displeased.
The little girl had purple hair, fair skin, and an oval face. It was an extremely cute little face, but those snake-like green eyes exuded a strange aura, which also gave the little girl a chilling and demonic air.
He blinked, the cake still in his mouth, and Wang Zhong stared at the unmoving little girl, not knowing what she wanted.
Following her gaze, Wang Zhong seemed to understand something. He reached into the bag he was holding, took out a small cake, and held it out to her. Seeing that she was unmoved, he took out two more.
At this moment, the other party also cooperatively extended a small hand.
Wang Zhong placed the cake in her hand and, disregarding the little girl's utterly astonished expression, sidestepped and left.
Dugu Yan stared at the three small cakes in her palm, completely stunned.
She hadn't reached out for that. She wanted the silly boy in front of her to move aside. Who would have thought that the silly boy would hand over three cakes?
"Heh heh!"
"Does she think I'm a beggar!"
Dugu Yan was so amused she almost laughed. Holding the three small cakes, she turned and chased after Wang Zhong's retreating back.
She was so angry. She had come out to stroll around Wuhun City with her grandfather, but he suddenly said he had something to do and left, telling her to wander around.
She was already upset, and now Wang Zhong's actions made her even more furious.
She followed Wang Zhong for about a hundred meters, arriving at a place that resembled a small park. There were far fewer pedestrians here. He walked to a chair, sat down, and began to enjoy the biscuits and cakes from the paper bag.
Huffing and puffing, she walked up to Wang Zhong and extended her palm. Three intact small cakes lay quietly on it. She said indignantly, "Hey, brat, what do you mean by this!"
The hand suddenly extended in front of him and the huffy voice made Wang Zhong look up, staring at her with confusion.
"Didn't you want little cakes?"
"Do I look like someone who begs on the street?"
Two questions, two different tones, made both of them pause for a moment.
Wang Zhong suddenly came to his senses. He seemed to have misunderstood. With an embarrassed expression, he quickly reached out, took back the small cakes, and popped them into his mouth. He said apologetically, with a muffled voice, "Sorry, I saw you staring at my bag and thought you wanted to eat them too."
As she watched the small cakes in her palm being thrown into his mouth, Dugu Yan's eyes became strange, filled with a sense of shock.
No one had ever dared to take something from her hand and eat it!
"You..."
But before she could finish this sentence, she noticed something else.
Dugu Yan suddenly lunged forward, her slightly cool little hands holding Wang Zhong's head. Their foreheads pressed tightly together.
The same thing was true for their eyes, which were both green! Someone had the same colored eyes as her and her grandfather!
"Green eyes, your eyes are the same as mine!"
Wang Zhong shook his head, pushed her away, and said with a grin.
Dugu Yan was also shocked by this fact. Throughout the continent, emerald green eyes were almost a symbol of their clan. How could anyone else have eyes of the same color?
"You must be a soul master, right? What is your martial soul?" Dugu Yan asked with a slight tremor in her voice.
With a hint of confusion, Wang Zhong didn't quite understand why the person in front of him was asking these things right away. However, it wasn't something worth keeping secret.
Shrugging his shoulders, Wang Zhong said casually, "I'm a soul master, and my martial soul is a tree."
"A tree, green! Did your green eyes appear because of the influence of your martial soul after its awakening?" Dugu Yan sighed slightly. She had thought she had met someone like her, someone who was enduring some kind of pain.
Martial soul imprint was a peculiar phenomenon that occurred after a martial soul awakened. If the soul power was insufficient or the martial soul was too powerful, it would remain on the soul master. Yan's red hair and Hu Liena's charming aura at a young age were considered to be of this type.
"Martial soul imprint? No, it's not."
"My emerald green eyes are innate. They weren't formed afterward."
Wang Zhong said, popping another small cake into his mouth. While chewing, he looked at the person in front of him, whose eyes and expression shifted between complexity and surprise, feeling baffled.
What a strange person.