27. He's a Saint, I'm a Sinner, and You're a Mortal

Qi Country's Imperial Capital.

The snow was falling, and the pedestrians were in a hurry. The sound of footsteps alarmed the wild cats by the roadside.

The wild cat darted into the dusky bushes with a whoosh, but it turned its head curiously.

The peddler grabbed a feather duster to brush away the snow that had been blown onto the table by the sudden strong wind. Then, he ran outside and tiptoed to drag the crude oilcloth out a little.

After a day of cultivation, the martial artist headed to the restaurant in the afternoon. He weighed the silver in his hand and thought about how much wine and meat to buy later. He walked in the wind and snow without fear of the cold.

Some people with strong true energy could directly push away the snow attached to their bodies, causing the passers-by to exclaim in surprise and the children to stare at them intently.

The women and men went to their own places to earn money and began to get busy.