The spatial fluctuations subsided, and Su Xiao returned to the second floor of the Accessory Shop in the real world.
He closed the notification. He had expected this result. The delayed opening of the Tree-Born World last time had most likely been Grey Gentleman's doing behind the scenes.
He opened the window for ventilation. The streets were deserted. It was only nine in the morning, so the two "Sunset Red Squads" had yet to arrive.
Su Xiao did not care whether anyone was dancing in the square, but his neighbor, Fatty Ma, did. In Fatty Ma's words, his parrot, Ma Dali, had recently learned to sing "Little Apple."
As a feng shui master, Fatty Ma was exceptionally good at handling disturbances like this. The man ran a funeral wreath and burial-clothes shop, and he had used this advantage to launch a grand promotional event for the two "Sunset Red Squads."
The scene had been as follows: one evening, a group of old men and women were dancing happily when Fatty Ma approached them with an urn and tried to sell it. After getting beaten up three times and extorting a total of over 2,000 Paradise Coins, Fatty Ma had made the two "Sunset Red Squads" stop coming around.
Su Xiao still remembered how, after one of the old ladies slapped Fatty Ma, he had collapsed on the ground, twitching in shock. At first, the woman had not cared, her face showing seventy percent indifference and thirty percent mockery. But when blood began spurting from Fatty Ma's nose and mouth, she panicked, knelt down, pinched his philtrum, and cried as she begged him not to die.
Fatty Ma had scared away the two "Sunset Red Squads," dealing a dimensional blow to Bubu Wang's short-video career. The century battle between the "West