"Mm, not bad. Yunyang didn't steer me wrong."
The Sun Family's *paomo* was light and tender. Hui Min Street was packed with a surging tide of people. The pork knuckle was fragrant and gelatinous, and the cured meat sandwich with green peppers wasn't greasy at all.
Gu Zhao was quite satisfied, though he couldn't shake the feeling that the locals were looking at him with pity.
What satisfied him even more was that, right as he was eating a potato slice sandwich, another Thunder Seed finished forming. You could just tell how hard those old Daoists in the Otherworld were working.
However, he came up empty at the Eight Immortals Palace.
"Taoist Jing Fa isn't here? He went to Dragon Gate Cave for secluded cultivation?" Gu Zhao scratched his head.
'Didn't Yunyang say his master-uncle was a total homebody?'
'One minute he's off to Qingcheng Mountain with no intention of returning, the next he can't sit still and runs off to some other place for Cultivation.'
