The one that destroyed his home and wiped out his family for refusing to sell their land.
Dou Xinshi was the last one left.
He vowed he'd survive. For them.
Even if it meant crawling through dirt, eating bitter food, living like a rat.
But today…
All because of one cup of noodles?
He stared at it like it had just handed him the secret to immortality.
Around him, the store looked different now.
The four robed cultivators were still in the same spot - but now two were standing with eyes closed, one had both hands raised toward the ceiling, and the last had silently entered lotus position on the chair.
Still not moving.
Still with closed eyes.
In the corner, an old man was kissing a metallic can with reverence.
Dou Xinshi squinted.
Peach Oolong Tea?
Wait.
Wait a minute.
He clutched his noodle cup tighter.
Was this… a sect?
A secret sect hidden in a store?
Had he just stumbled upon a legendary food-path cultivation holy land?
And was… was he part of it now?!
