Xu Zimei stood up and glanced at the old man selling oranges.
Spiritual Energy gathered in his right palm as he slapped it heavily onto the old man's head.
The old man was instantly killed, but his corpse transformed into a wisp of gas upon death.
The gas quickly condensed and reshaped into the likeness of the old man, who sat back at the orange stand with a smiling face.
The passersby around them, chatting and laughing, witnessed this scene but showed no reaction whatsoever.
"What's going on?" Ji Jiuning asked in confusion.
"Keep walking ahead," Xu Zimei paused to think before responding.
The two walked across the empty space in front of the city gate, arriving at the busiest pedestrian street.
The street appeared even more crowded, with bustling business in the taverns and inns lining both sides.
"Hey, a plate of chilled beef, Spring Noodles, and warm wine!"
"A plate of peanuts, stir-fried kidney slices!"
Inside the inn, voices rose and fell in succession.
