It's not like Lin Yijun refused to be like them out of spite.
He just… couldn't imagine waking up every day thinking. "Yes, let me suffer for twelve hours straight and call it training."
No thanks.
He'd rather set his own path.
Training could wait - he was still savoring lunch.
And hey, someone had to play the other side, right?
If there had to be a lazy bastard to balance out all the noble cultivators marching toward immortality... well.
Lin Yujin was more than happy to shoulder that burden.
For the sake of the world's spiritual harmony!
Afternoon rolled in like usual.
Customers came and went.
The regulars, the quietly addicted.
Hao stretched his back, cracked his neck, and handed the counter over to Mo Xixi.
Kurome yawned in and padded out the door, switching in for her usual guarding shift outside in Soul Scorching City.
