It was the Old Age Striking King and her companions, and indeed, they had come up.
Upon reaching the gallery, they took one look at Hill Shop and decided to abandon the last leg of their struggle, opting instead to lie down on the gallery benches, motionless.
As the Old Age Striking King lay there, her mouth almost spinning circles as she cursed a few people under her breath, everyone from the Young Master to An Idler, Nie Xingchen, and Sui Chen was almost ground to dust between her clenched teeth.
While on her lips, those she had shredded to pieces lay obediently, with none daring to talk back.
Hill had always thought that Mobi Chenxin, even if she descended to level up, should send a few people to the designated shop area to open a restaurant.
They needed to replenish their strength, didn't they? Did they really have to buy from within Saral's territory? Even if they carried food with them, didn't they want to eat something different after coming out of the underground?
