The reality of life suddenly banished Jiang Ziya to the mundane world. He opened his mouth, yet couldn't make a sound.
He couldn't help it; he still needed some time to adjust his mindset. Once his body and soul fully integrated into the human world, he might indeed become a skilled basket seller.
Jiang Ziya chose a shady spot by the roadside to rest, tossing the carrying pole in front of him. A basket rolled out from the frame, but he paid no mind, just moodily rubbed his ankle.
"Uncle Master, here to sell baskets, are we?"
This address of 'Uncle Master' jolted Jiang Ziya back to his senses. He thought, at the root of it all, he was still Yuanshi Tianzun's disciple. Coming to the human world wasn't an expulsion from the sect but a mission of great responsibility.
"Damn it, where have you been these past few days? Not a trace of you anywhere."
