Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

He turned and walked towards the door. But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

“Your Majesty, those two retainers last night were sent by me. Salas killed them, and I do not blame him.”

"But I want to ask you a question: what would you have done if Salas hadn't come?"

Ling Feng looked at him and said calmly, "They wouldn't have lived this long."

Emperor Xueye remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"I understand."

He pushed open the door and went out.

Xue Qinghe followed behind his father, and before leaving, he glanced back at Ling Feng.

In that gaze, there was curiosity, scrutiny, and a hint of awe.

Ling Feng met his gaze and smiled slightly.

Xue Qinghe quickly turned around and hurried after his father.

"Sigh, it's good that Xiaoxue didn't infiltrate the Heavenly Dou Empire, which allowed this kid to live a few more years."

……

Downstairs, Emperor Xueye boarded the carriage, leaned against the side wall, and closed his eyes.

"Father, are you alright?" Xue Qinghe asked softly.

Emperor Xueye shook his head and suddenly asked, "Qinghe, what do you think of that Holy Son?"

Xue Qinghe thought for a moment and said, "Your subject cannot see through him. He is only twelve years old, yet he is more composed than many adults."

Emperor Xueye nodded.

"Even I can't see through it."

He opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "But I know one thing."

"what?"

"The Heavenly Dou Empire is not to be trifled with."

The carriage slowly started moving and headed towards the palace.

……

Inside the inn, Jin Chen couldn't help but ask.

"Boss, that Snow Night Emperor doesn't seem like a bad person."

Ling Feng shook his head: "Whether he is a bad person or not is not important. What is important is that he is the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire. Everything the emperor does is to maintain his rule."

He walked to the window and watched the carriage drive away.

"He came to apologize today not because he felt he was wrong, but because the Spirit Hall is too powerful and he can't afford to offend it."

Jin Chen scratched his head, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Qian Renxue asked softly, "So, where do we go next?"

Ling Feng turned around and smiled slightly.

"Let's have breakfast first. Then, let's go to the next place."

The three packed their belongings and left the inn.

The sun was shining brightly on the street.

The three left the inn and wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys.

Jin Chen's stomach growled a few times, and he clutched his stomach and cried out.

"Boss, let's eat first, I'm starving!"

Qian Renxue also said softly, "It would be good to find a place to eat something."

Ling Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping across the street.

The mornings in Tiandou City are bustling, with vendors selling steamed buns, noodles, and porridge, their aromas mingling together.

He was about to randomly pick one when his gaze suddenly sharpened.

At the street corner, there was a small shop with a large pot on it, where a thick soup was bubbling away.

A few simple tables and chairs were set up nearby, and several diners were engrossed in eating what was in their bowls.

"Old Wang, after eating so much, your spicy soup is still the best."

"It's great. It keeps you feeling warm all day long, and you crave it if you don't drink it for a day."

The boss chuckled.

A crooked sign hangs at the entrance of the shop: Spicy Soup, Fried Dough Sticks.

Ling Feng stopped in his tracks.

Soup with Pepper.

Fried dough sticks.

He stood there, looking at the big pot, at the bubbling broth inside, and at the golden, freshly cooked fried dough sticks beside it, and suddenly felt as if he were in another world.

In his past life, when he was a child, his mother would take him to the old shop on the street corner to have a bowl of spicy soup and two freshly fried dough sticks every morning before he went to school.

That was the warmest taste in his memory.

"Boss? What's wrong?" Jin Chen followed his gaze.

"You want to eat that? What is that? It looks weird."

Ling Feng snapped out of his daze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Let's go, let's eat this."

The three of them walked over and sat down.

The owner was a man in his fifties, his face weathered and worn, who greeted customers warmly as they arrived.

"Three esteemed guests, would you like a bowl of spicy soup? And some freshly fried dough sticks, they're crispy!"

"Three bowls of spicy soup and six fried dough sticks."

Ling Feng said.

"okay!"

Chapter 92 Longyuan, the Orphan of a Thousand Years

Soon, three steaming bowls of hot and sour soup were served. The soup was thick and rich, with gluten, wood ear fungus, daylily buds, and a few thin slices of beef floating on top.

A spicy aroma wafted towards me.

Jin Chen took a bite, and the spiciness made him gasp for breath, but he couldn't stop eating.

"What is this? It's spicy and fragrant, and it tastes delicious!"

Qian Renxue sipped it slowly, also drawn in by its unique flavor.

Ling Feng didn't rush to drink.

He picked up the bowl, looked at the familiar color of the soup, and smelled the familiar aroma.

It tastes exactly the same as it did in my past life.

He lowered his head and took a sip.

The spiciness goes down your throat, and a warm feeling spreads from your stomach to your limbs and bones.

His eyes reddened slightly, but he quickly composed himself.

"Boss, who taught you how to make this spicy soup?" he asked.

While frying dough sticks, the owner chuckled, "I learned it from my dad. When my dad was young, he traveled in the south and met a strange old man who taught him this recipe."

"They say it came from a very, very far place, and nobody here knows how to make it except my family."

A place very, very far away.

Ling Feng smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

He lowered his head and continued drinking his soup. Just then, he suddenly felt a gaze upon him.

The gaze came from across the street, landing squarely on him.

Ling Feng raised his head.

Across the street stood a man in a gray robe.

The man was tall but hunched over, and his face was covered with a gray cloth, revealing only his eyes.

Those eyes were cloudy and aged, yet they faintly revealed a glint of intelligence.

The moment Ling Feng met his gaze, the Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul within his body suddenly trembled slightly.

That feeling was like sensing something.

The gray-robed man seemed to sense something as well; his body stiffened slightly, and a strange light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

The two men, separated by a street, stared at each other for a few breaths.

The man in the gray robe suddenly turned around and walked into the alley.

Ling Feng put down his bowl and stood up.

"You guys eat first, I'll be right back."

Qian Renxue and Jin Chen exchanged a glance but neither asked any further questions.

Ling Feng strode across the street and turned into the alley.

The alley was deep, with high courtyard walls on both sides, and the ground was somewhat damp. The man in the gray robe stood deep in the alley, his back to him.

"You've been following me for three days."

Ling Feng stopped in his tracks.