The owner glanced up at [Withering].
"Judging by Hold Up the Heavens' past experiences, those kids must have run into bad luck again. You didn't know?"
[Withering] had only just opened his mouth when Suiyang deftly stuffed a taro-paste dumpling into it.
"Just eat. I know you like Hold Up the Heavens and think they're invincible, but going by what's happened before, isn't that just bad luck?"
[Withering] couldn't get a word out. Who likes them? Am I out of my mind?!
But at those words, the owner immediately grew a little warmer.
"Ah, I thought a Calamity had sneaked in. Nearly pulled out my spatula. Come on, everything's ready."
[Withering]'s expression twisted. Is everyone here this vigilant?
He fiercely swallowed the food in his mouth and even declared indignantly before leaving,
"Hold Up the Heavens are bastards who dig traps for Calamities and threaten them!"
The owner nodded along. "Right, right, right. Hold Up the Heavens aren't human."
Passersby who heard that snorted with laughter.
"Yeah, yeah. Hold Up the Heavens sure aren't human."
"We know you're a Hold Up the Heavens fanboy. Stop showing off. Who isn't?"
[Withering] was fuming. Just then, at the fried rice stall behind him, flames shot up toward the top of his head as the owner tossed the wok, making it look as though he really was blazing with rage.
A savage aura surged, only for a hand to forcibly slap it back down.
Ye Buyu said with a smile, "There's no sword here, but the moon above us is pretty round, too. If you're really angry, just curse a little and leave it at that."
"Curse who?" [Withering] asked.
"Hold Up the Heavens, of course." Su Wuwei shrugged indifferently. "They're not human anyway. Everyone knows that."
"Fuck you! Let's find somewhere to