Shen Ye asked.
"No," the White Emperor's voice was sullen, "I'm too tired from the sparring, I want to take a rest."
"Alright then, I'll go by myself."
Shen Ye put down the bottle of drink, rubbed his stomach, and planned to find something to eat.
Although there was plenty of food in the storage ring, Shen Ye lately enjoyed eating a kind of baked flatbread on the island.
Every time after training, he would go to the island to eat.
He walked straight through the door, landing on a small path on the island.
He walked to the end, turned onto the main road, and continued under the cool breeze and shade of the trees.
Suddenly.
Shen Ye furrowed his brows slightly and stopped.
The atmosphere seemed a bit off.
— There were hardly any people on the street.
Not only that.
Usually, many professionals would gather in the teahouses, restaurants, and bars, but now there wasn't a single person in sight.
It was sunset, the most bustling time of the day.
