At the foot of Cloud Glow Peak.
The little Shaobing Shop remained busy during the day.
They made shaobing every day.
Business had picked up again lately, and they did not want to waste the opportunity.
Naturally, they threw themselves into making them.
Every extra one they could sell counted.
But before opening time, several people suddenly arrived.
They sealed off the area around the shop.
And took control of Song Qing and Tang Feng while they were at it.
Both Song Qing and Tang Feng froze.
They were somewhat at a loss, and an even deeper sense of helpless dread filled their hearts.
Facing these people, they did not even dare speak carelessly.
They were at their mercy.
"I'll ask, and you'll answer," a woman holding a long saber said to the two.
Song Qing immediately nodded. "Senior, we haven't done anything."
"Whose shop is this?" the woman asked.
"S-Senior Jiang Man's," Song Qing answered.
"What are you doing?"
"S-selling shaobing. They really are shaobing."
"To whom?"
"Just a customer."
The woman looked at the pile of shaobing and fell silent for a moment. "What sort of person would buy so many shaobing?"
Song Qing and Tang Feng fell silent.
They had actually considered such questions themselves.
But.
Who would think so much about it when they could sell them?
If they could not sell them, they would no longer be able to survive here.
How terrifying would that be? Besides, what did someone else's reasons for buying shaobing have to do with them?
The woman looked at them and said coldly, "Someone reported that you're colluding with an Evil God."
Song Qing and Tang Feng paled at her words.
Although they knew nothing of this charge, anything that warranted such a show of force was probably a capital