"Are you sick?" The man took a long while to recover before asking.
"No, mushrooms don't get sick," Xu Xiaoshou answered.
"How do you know mushrooms don't get sick?"
"Because I'm a mushroom!"
"...You're not!"
"Oh, right. I'm not. You are."
"I'm not a mushroom!"
The man snapped irritably before realizing that, after his spiritual array had been blown apart, he was actually discussing with the person who had blown it up whether or not he was a mushroom?
This...
He shot to his feet, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Who are you? And how did you get into this place?"
Xu Xiaoshou rose as well, utterly unafraid. "I was about to ask you the same thing. Who are you? How did you get into the City Lord's Manor? What are your intentions?"
"?"
The man seemed to be stunned speechless. "You don't know me?"
"Do I need to know you..."
As he spoke, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized something was wrong.
He had inquired about the powerful figures within the City Lord's Manor, and there seemed to be no such person.
However, Tiansang City's City Lord's Manor had one oddball left—the City Lord himself.
The man was a true hands-off shopkeeper. A few years ago, he had vanished without rhyme or reason, and afterward, all matters of the City Lord's Manor had been left to Fu Xing.
At first, everyone had thought it was merely a smokescreen.
After all, many factions and big shots used such methods to fish for lawbreakers.
But as time passed, everyone discovered that something was off.
The City Lord seemed to have truly vanished from the face of the earth, never appearing before anyone again.
There were even rumors among the common folk that not even the servants and guards within the City Lord's Manor