Faith World.
The next morning.
The sky had only just begun to pale when Su Mo was jolted awake by a sudden "demonic sound" before he could even crawl out of bed.
The sound was like cicadas shrilling on a summer afternoon—both noisy and utterly helpless to resist.
It was also like an orchestra playing in the dead of night, deafening and soul-shaking, making one wonder whether some master was cultivating the "Lion's Roar Art."
"Good morning, Huang Xiangyu!"
It was Tang Ma's voice, full of vigor.
After a brief silence, another voice came from the other side, sounding somewhat dazed, as if it had just been dragged forcibly out of a dream.
"Priest Tang Ma, g-good morning."
That was Huang Xiangyu's voice.
He sounded just like an elementary school student who had been called on without warning—both nervous and bewildered.
Tang Ma clearly had no intention of letting him off so easily. Even through a wall, Su Mo could sense his overflowing enthusiasm and passion.
"Huang Xiangyu, have you had breakfast? Don't go hungry! Your body is the capital of revolution!"
"Huang Xiangyu, the weather is nice today. The sun is shining brightly—a perfect time to go outside, work, and breathe some fresh air!"
"Huang Xiangyu, what are you going to do? Do you have any plans? Do you need my help making arrangements?"
"Huang Xiangyu, you need to take care of yourself! Remember to drink more water and get more rest. Don't wear yourself out!"
Through a gap in the shelter,
Su Mo could clearly see that this series of intensely oppressive questions had left Huang Xiangyu cross-eyed and slack-jawed. He stood there frozen, completely dazed.
Only after more than ten seconds did he slowly react, stiffly walking forward on wooden legs like a puppet.
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