In two days, the entire Seven Cities operated amidst a sense of prosperity.
No wind, no rain, no waves, no disturbances. Just two days ago, so many people had died, yet now it was calm as a dead sea, as if frozen by some invisible force.
Everyone's focus was on that one invitation.
A thin invitation stirred countless minds from the shadows. Countless people rushed back and forth, secretly meeting to discuss countermeasures, but in the end, they still couldn't find a way to respond.
No wonder people were scheming like the Ghost Fetus. The routine of entertaining and beheading guests at the Desert Market had been played too often, causing almost PTSD. Please stop it quickly.
But no matter how many calls were made or meetings were held, everyone who was still hesitant knew deep down that the great momentum was gone.
In the past, they were allowed to maneuver in the cracks and run around with those energetic folk organizations just because Mr. Ji was too busy to care.
