On the bustling street, Mo Ming held a skewer of candied haws made from ordinary spirit fruit and spiritual honey, licking it from time to time.
Bai Wei said with some peculiarity: "Don't you think it's quite inappropriate for you to eat that?"
With a chiseled face, emerald green eyes, and long hair draped over his shoulders, Mo Ming exuded an extremely domineering aura, yet this domineering person was eating candied haws, and even licking it; it truly was a sight one couldn't bear to watch!
Mo Ming remained unmoved: "I once lived in a remote mortal area."
"Hmm?" Bai Wei was puzzled.
"In my hometown, whether officials or ordinary people, the highest level of cultivation was only at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Level, with no Foundation Establishment. The small sect that governed us would collect a large amount of taxes every year, making life difficult for each family, barely able to make ends meet."
