Time flowed on, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Moonlight Street, once an unremarkable corner of Chixia City, had gained a measure of fame over the past year.
The source of this newfound renown was a shop on the street called the "True Understanding Pavilion."
Even in the early morning, the street was bustling with people, and the towering True Understanding Pavilion was noticeably busier than any other shop.
Inside, Chang Er, clad in a fine brocade robe, greeted customers with a wide smile. His former destitution, like the horrifying scales that once covered his body, had long vanished.
As people came and went, each addressed as "Fellow Cultivator," his smile grew ever wider. He felt a complex, indescribable emotion, especially when he saw his old colleagues leading visiting Cultivators down the street.
