Customers streamed endlessly into the Shaobing Shop.
A long line stretched down the street, from the shop entrance all the way beneath the eaves of the neighboring store.
The white fox lay beside the entrance, shrinking farther and farther back, its tail nearly curled beneath its belly. Three or four people's feet now completely occupied the shady patch where it had originally lain.
This made it rather angry.
Fortunately, Song Qing brought over several wooden boards and enclosed a space for it in the corner, keeping people from taking its spot.
But by fencing it in, this human really intended to keep it penned up.
What outrageous audacity.
After listening carefully, however, it discovered that this situation stemmed from one person.
The Shaobing Shop's owner, Jiang Man.
"Jiang Man? The one who established an Immortal Ascension Daoist Site?"
"He merely established an Immortal Ascension Daoist Site, and this happens? An Immortal Ascension Daoist Site only proves he has a certain amount of talent, not that he can truly become an Immortal. Besides, establishing his site so conspicuously leaves it uncertain whether he'll even live that long. Yet these people find him so precious?"
"The Human Race has declined, reduced to this."
The white fox shook its head, rested its forepaws on the edge of a board, and flattened its ears back slightly.
They were merely a bunch of wild monkeys who had never seen the world.
It had wondered what the fuss was about.
But it gave the matter no further thought. Why stoop to arguing with a bunch of ants?
The ignorant were fools.
Tantai Xue, who had come to buy shaobing, stood at the end of the street, looking at the endless stream of people, and sighed heavily.
The line was so long that she could not even