Tick-tock, tick-tock. The wooden wall clock swung.
He watched the cosplaying girl disappear into the night.
Seeing how late it was, Lin Xuan pulled down the roller shutter, locked it, and hummed a tune as he returned inside the shop.
Although he hadn’t received any cash from this flower sale, it was still his first ‘pot of gold’ in half a month, wasn’t it?
Moreover, she clearly seemed to be a flower enthusiast. If she could find his shop once, there would surely be a second, and a third time.
Perhaps she’d bring money next time? And given his excellent attitude, she might even introduce a bunch of wealthy friends. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
As he happily fantasized, Lin Xuan brewed a cup of honey water and settled back at the counter. With some time before his livestream, he prepared to browse QQ Feeds.
Just as he opened his QQ alt account, he noticed a string of unread messages in the ‘Gods and Demons Exchange Group’. Without a second thought, Lin Xuan immediately tapped to open the chat.
‘Why bother with news when watching people act chuunibyou is so much more entertaining?’
–Hai Na Bai Chuan: Old Bad Luck, still haven’t found your orb?
–Daoist Bad Luck: ??? No…
–Wu Xian: Tragic.
–Linglong Xian: Tragic.
–Daoist Bad Luck: Sigh, but there’s no need to look for it anymore.
–Hai Na Bai Chuan: What happened?
–Daoist Bad Luck: My celestial bead, my born companion, it’s shattered…
–Wu Xian: …meaning someone used great magic to shatter your celestial bead.
–Daoist Bad Luck: …Yes.
–Linglong Xian: To be able to shatter the legendary celestial bead, the opponent must be at least a True Immortal. But to do it so stealthily, perhaps even stronger… could it be someone from the Immortal Alliance?
–Hai Na Bai Chuan: Hahahahahahiahiahia~ What rotten luck do you have? To prevent you from finding it, a True Immortal even went out of their way to destroy it for you, hahahahahaha…
–Daoist Bad Luck: You dare try to run your mouth at me again, you son of a b*tch?!
–Hai Na Bai Chuan: Hahahahahahahahaha!
–Daoist Bad Luck: I @%%＆%@%
[System Notification: Daoist Bad Luck has been muted for 24 hours]
–Hai Na Bai Chuan: Hahahahahahahahaha! Tragic!
–Tomb Robber Immortal Master: Tragic!
–Wu Xian: Tragic!
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–Lord Shao Hao: Speaking of which, I ran into that White Orb fellow the day before yesterday.
–Hai Na Bai Chuan: White Orb?
–Linglong Xian: Are you referring to White Sword Immortal?
–Lord Shao Hao: Yes, yes, that idiot. His old injury seems to have healed for some reason, and he’s been quite active recently.
–Linglong Xian: White Sword Immortal’s injury was a wound of the Great Dao, sustained during the fight against the extraterrestrial demons. Logically speaking, no one in this realm should be able to heal it.
–Lord Shao Hao: How the hell would I know? That ‘light of justice’ is back, and I haven’t been able to sleep soundly lately.
Lin Xuan’s face showed a hint of confusion as he looked at the chat history. White Sword Immortal? Could they be talking about that chuunibyou man who bought flowers from him last time?
Thinking it over, it was quite possible. After all, like attracts like.
Just as he was wondering whether to ask, a livestream notification suddenly popped up.
‘Never mind, I’ll have a chance to ask next time. It’s better to livestream first.’
He pulled down the backdrop and opened the livestream software.