When he saw Ye Xuan take out one hundred Profound Tickets, the old man smiled wryly. "Sir, I can't make change for this."
"Keep the change," Ye Xuan said with a faint smile. 'This old man has a hard life.'
Meanwhile, Jin Lin had already started eating. He was devouring one bun in a single bite. In the blink of an eye, half the buns were already in his stomach. His cheeks were puffed out, and grease trickled down the corners of his mouth.
"Delicious, so delicious!" Jin Lin mumbled as he ate.
Ye Xuan shook his head, speechless. He turned to Jin Lin and said, "You're a mighty Demon King, yet look at this pathetic state you're in. You're like a starving man who hasn't eaten in centuries. You're completely shattering your image!"
'Then again,' he thought, 'Jin Lin was trapped in the Floating Light Secret Realm for who knows how many years. Forget meat buns; even plain rice would probably taste delicious to him.'
