One after another, people with a strong presence hurried toward Coldspire Peak.
Most of them just want to visit last night's battlefield, hoping to find a bit of fortune.
Last night, whether it was the Heavenly Tribulation or Master Lin from Seacrest, the sheer power they displayed was enough to inspire awe.
Queenie Tong helped Yvette Locke pick out a bunch of clothes, while Grandmaster You was in charge of carrying everything.
They browsed for another hour or so.
"Should we go play at Disneyland first, or head to Coldspire Peak with you?"
Queenie and Yvette both looked eagerly at Master Lin from Seacrest.
These two girls now take his opinion as the default for whatever they do.
"Let's go to Disneyland with you first."
Evan Lin had originally planned to check out Coldspire Peak and look for that Woman Statue.
But seeing more and more people heading that way, Evan figured Coldspire Peak was anything but peaceful at the moment, so he decided to wait a bit longer.
Anyway, Evan wasn't in a hurry. With Lily Zhao's remnant soul resting in the Soul-Sacrifice Beauty Scroll, this trip had already yielded plenty.
Hearing this, Queenie and Yvette jumped up in delight.
Way too excited.
Getting to hang out with Evan was something they'd been looking forward to for ages.
Grandmaster You followed behind, loaded down with bags, as the group headed for Disneyland.
They bought tickets, and grabbed a VIP pass so they wouldn't have to wait in line.
Once they reached the gate, Evan finally stashed all of Grandmaster You's bags into his Spatial Ring.
"Young Lord, you have a storage artifact—why did you make me carry everything for so long?"
Grandmaster You stared at Evan for a while, looking genuinely wounded.
"That's what gives shopping its flavor—if nobody's lugging big bags, how can you feel the satisfaction of a shopping trip?"
Evan smiled.
As he said this, Queenie and Yvette exchanged a glance.
Both of them felt that ever since Evan woke up last night, he seemed easier to talk to.
Maybe it was because of that woman named Lily Zhao.
From the moment they entered Disneyland, the two girls went wild with excitement.
The fairy-tale kingdom.
Evan looked at everything inside—this was his first time in a place like this.
When he was young, Evan used to beg his mother Joy Zheng to take him to an amusement park, but they never had enough money, so it never happened.
Every summer or winter break, when classmates chattered about new places and things they'd done, little Evan could only watch from the side, full of envy, but always staying away from the crowd.
Back then, what Evan feared most was a classmate suddenly noticing him and asking a question.
“Evan, where did you go for vacation?”
Such questions always made Evan feel awkward.
He was insecure back then.
Even as a kid, Evan already understood the embarrassment and discomfort that poverty brings.
From then on, Evan wanted to earn lots of money—not just for enjoyment, but to hold his head high, to avoid embarrassment.
Of course, Evan’s biggest wish was for his mother Joy Zheng to live a better life.
Now, has all this finally come true?
Evan wasn’t actually sure.
Someone strong enough to pluck stars might not see himself as the world’s strongest; it’s often the frog at the bottom of the well who thinks he already owns the world.
With all his spiritual qi and inner force gone, Evan watched the crowds of ordinary people in the amusement park, feeling unexpectedly sentimental.
He wanted to bring Lily Zhao out, to let her see this world—so different from the Immortal Martial Continent.
But Lily Zhao was still sleeping.
She slept deeply and peacefully.
Yvette Locke wanted to ride the roller coaster, but Queenie Tong didn’t have the guts. In the end, Yvette wore her down until Queenie decided to risk her life to accompany a gentleman.
The two girls got on the roller coaster, still looking hopefully at Evan, trying to coax him to join them.
But Evan really wasn’t interested; he just waved them off, signaling he’d wait right here.
“Go buy some drinks and popcorn.”
Evan sat on a bench, giving orders.
Grandmaster You didn’t dare disobey. The Hong Kong grandmaster immediately scurried off to the shop to buy snacks.
“What the heck? This little bit of stuff—you want me to pay two hundred fifty?”
In front of the shop, Grandmaster You stood wide-eyed, holding buckets of popcorn and drinks. His voice was deep, but now it was full of panic and anger.
“That’s the price. Everything’s clearly marked!”
The shop owner was a fat guy, clearly well-connected, standing there with a sideways glance at Grandmaster You: “A middle-aged old man, wearing this big white robe, whining about the price for some snacks.”
“Are you brain-damaged or just broke?”
“If you don’t have money, just say so. Why are you buying snacks if you can’t pay?”
“Still complaining it’s expensive?”
“I’m telling you, that’s the price here. Take it or leave it!”
The shop owner looked at Grandmaster You with utter contempt.
“You actually dare talk to me like that?”
Grandmaster You was furious, his beard bristling and eyes bulging. “Do you even know who I am?”
“I don’t care who you are—just pay up! If you can’t pay, put the stuff down, you broke dog!”
The shop owner cursed, not giving Grandmaster You the slightest respect.
Grandmaster You stood there, surrounded by people pointing and whispering.
“You actually dared call me a broke dog?”
“I’m a Hong Kong grandmaster!”
Grandmaster You roared in anger.
He’d never been in such a humiliating situation before.
Grandmaster You of Hong Kong.
That title alone used to guarantee that whenever he showed up, people rushed to welcome him.
Whether it was food, drink, or anything else, someone else always picked up the bill.
So Grandmaster You never cared about money, and honestly, he never really understood the concept of paying for things.
“Hong Kong grandmaster?”
“Pfft! I think you’re just an old geezer who can’t even afford popcorn!”
The shop owner pressed his advantage, not giving an inch.
“Here’s the money.”
A teenager’s calm voice rang out.
Evan flicked over several hundred-yuan bills.
The bills landed right in front of the shop owner.
“Someone paid your bill, broke dog. Grab your popcorn and get lost.”
The shop owner took the money, snorted, and shot Grandmaster You a look full of contempt.
Grandmaster You’s face turned red with anger, but seeing Evan watching, he finally grabbed his snacks and marched over, seething.
Evan watched, thinking the whole thing was pretty hilarious.
This is what happens when people at the top never see how those at the bottom really live. Grandmaster You, who spent his whole life as a Hong Kong master, never understood ordinary hardship—or that eating still costs money, the most basic truth.