After the Fog City Lord's avatar "disappeared" inside the shop, Su Bai restored the flow of time in the Mist Shop to its normal pace. In most circumstances, Xiao Wu, the shop's steward, did not approve of frequently manipulating time in the shop. His solemn little face seemed to say that "controlling time" was not only addictive, but also an incredibly foolish idea. During their stay in Fog City, however, Xiao Wu had reluctantly agreed to let Su Bai alter the flow of time inside the shop while he was awake.
Looking out through the shop window, Su Bai could still see nothing but dense fog, even after restoring the flow of time.
But now the dense fog outside the window churned incessantly, visibly abnormal.
"Looks like Fog City has become a real city of fog now." Xiao Wu sat on the counter, swinging his short little legs. "Even if the Fog City Lord hasn't been reduced to ashes, he's probably in much the same state as someone who's had their hands and feet chopped off and lost too much blood. He should be more or less unconscious by now, so naturally he can't control that dense fog anymore."
"Unfortunately, Master has run into some bigger headaches lately. Otherwise, he should have been able to stay and clear away all this fog." Xiao Wu sounded a little regretful. "But the damage that Fog City Lord suffered wasn't limited to the power within that avatar. When a Strange Creature suffers a loss like that, it can't recover in just a year or two. This 'private amusement park' called Fog City may be closed for a very long time."
"What about you, Xiao Wu?" Su Bai had been watching the dense fog churn outside the window. Though it was still moving constantly,