The electric light in the hall still remained brightly lit, and the power seemed stable as the lamps showed no signs of flickering.
The shop counter, however, was particularly clean, not a speck of dust to be found.
"Something's wrong, completely wrong."
Zhou Xuan remembered, before entering the Secret Realm, Zhao Wuya, Yun Ziliang, and Li Changxun were drinking wine, eating braised and pickled meat.
Fuzi was not good with alcohol, he should have fallen asleep.
Drink and eat until the counter is filled with crumbs and grease, and Zhao, Yun, Li, these three elders certainly won't clean up,
it is customary that after an overnight drinking party, Little Fuzi would get up early the next day to clean up the mess; it should never be this spotless like now.
"No one in the shop, a clean counter, slowed time."
Zhou Xuan felt he was not in the real world, but an alternate space.
"If the space I'm in isn't the real world, then where is it?
