The livestream had resumed, but what had happened during that brief period when it had suddenly been interrupted remained unknown to the outside world.
The outside world... People could only speculate and imagine the excitement unfolding inside.
"Do you think it was a showdown between a Divine Person and a Priest?"
"Nonsense. This was obviously a scripted scene arranged by the production crew. They even deliberately interrupted the livestream. It's clearly that same old trick the Mango TV station next door had already played out, just to cheat people into watching!"
"..."
People actually preferred watching the spectacle... On the first day of the Supernatural Summit Conference, everyone had done their best to stay home and obediently watch. But today, some had already organized gatherings outside.
Bars, restaurants, screens in front of large plazas, drinking establishments, and the like—the dignified Supernatural Summit Conference was gradually becoming something like a certain world football event held once every four years... But unlike that event, people were genuinely watching and discussing this one seriously, rather than most of them blindly following the trend just to show off on their social media.
The streets were deathly silent at night because of the curfew, but during the day, people could no longer hold themselves back and eventually came running out. Even if they did nothing, it was still nice to brag about it to their friends.
Birds of a feather flock together.
"Sir, would you like your fortune told?"
There was a fellow wearing sunglasses and sporting a head of gray hair. He looked weathered, but probably wasn't very old. He had set up a stall in an alley.
The stall was very simple: a wooden box served as a table, with a stack of white paper and some pencils on top. There was a