In the two months following the New Year, he had locked himself in to focus on intensive cultivation and hadn't strolled around the streets for quite some time.
Duan Rong walked slowly, looking at the street under the early evening lights, when suddenly a familiar and alluring aroma wafted into his nose.
Duan Rong smiled as he looked over and saw that the beef soup stall he used to frequent was already crowded with people amidst the swirling steam.
Even though Duan Rong had already eaten dinner, his appetite was teased once more, so he walked over to the beef soup stall, ordered a bowl of beef soup, and found a corner seat to sit down.
As Duan Rong sipped his beef soup, his Divine Sense suddenly extended outward.
Having nothing better to do, he wanted to hear the street's comments after the first round of the Talent Selection Conference.
