The amber lights cast a soft glow, reflecting mottled shadows on the ground.
The elongated shadows seem to intertwine reality with fantasy.
In front of the restaurant.
Old Monkey dressed in cloth garments, walking slowly with hands clasped behind his back, not causing much disturbance, like an old man taking a leisurely stroll through the alley, enjoying the bustle of a restaurant.
However, inside the restaurant.
Gazes upon gazes were cast towards Old Monkey.
The boss, dressed in white as pure as snow, constantly spirited, looked at Old Monkey with a trace of complexity in his eyes.
"Divine Monarch, long time no see, huh."
Old Monkey grinned, revealing the fangs in his mouth. Even as a deity, he maintained the beastly form of a Divine Monkey, with sharp teeth that never disappeared.
"Great Saint, long time no see."
The boss, dressed in white as pure as snow, brushed the ashes off the cigarette at his fingertips, which fluttered in the air.
