As Xi Xinyi blinked, the young man who had been standing in front of the bun shop was already gone.

Only a few copper coins were quietly placed in front of the bun shop lady's stall.

If not for these copper coins, it would seem as if the young man had never appeared at all.

"Oh my goodness! An Immortal bought buns from me!" The bun shop lady exclaimed, slapping her forehead in shock as she looked at the copper coins.