No one understood why their sect master had so many things to say to this street vendor. He seemed to be enjoying himself, eating wontons and sipping tea.

“Ladies, come, have a bowl of wontons.” The noodle shop’s brief peace was interrupted as the aunt noticed something. She rushed to the street and pulled two female pedestrians inside.

The moment they came in the door, a sweet breeze and a pure aura greeted members of Little Diamond. They were akin to spring bringing life back after a long winter.

One wore a fur...