After playing the flute, she had nothing to do, so she sat on the threshold staring blankly into space.
The authorities bustled about amid clamor and noise. Neighbors gathered outside their homes, cursing Song Wei and thanking heaven for sending down Heavenly Punishment to kill him. Whenever they passed his corpse, they would deliberately spit hard on it. Old Man Niu, who sold coffins, hated him most of all and adamantly refused to sell a coffin for anyone named Song to use.
The once-imposing cultivator was spat on and cursed after his death. It went to show that one should not be too full of oneself. After all, no one was a little sun for everyone to revolve around.
Yu Xiao secretly came to the entrance of the umbrella shop and gave Bai Yujun a deep bow.
"Thank you for the meal. I will never forget this kindness."
"It was only two flatbreads. Nothing much."
Yu Xiao left. Though the neighbors hated Song Wei, they had not forgotten the one who started it all. They gave him no friendly looks. If not for their concern that he was especially good at fighting, they would likely have driven him out of the city with a hail of clubs long ago.
The big-faced fat cat still lay on the roof watching the excitement, its front paws tucked like a farmer's, squinting as it watched foolish humans busy themselves with useless things.
Business was hard enough already. With ruins across from the shop where someone had died, it became even harder to make a living.
Neighbor Granny sighed again and again.
"Ah... not a single person has come to buy flatbreads all morning."
Bai Yujun did not care much. Even without the ruins, few people came to buy things anyway. The umbrellas she