They stood at the doorway or squeezed under the awning.
Some curious individuals, holding umbrellas, stepped out of the store to look around.
Everyone quickly focused their attention on the spot that had been struck by lightning.
Faces were filled with amazement and curiosity, some pointing and trying to identify the charred remains of the wooden table, while others quietly discussed, guessing whether that moment signaled some kind of bad omen.
After all, that noise
was really kind of frightening.
In ancient times, this would definitely be considered a sign of divine presence, and even in today's era, it could easily intimidate any ordinary human.
Previously quiet due to only the sounds of light rain, the street now buzzed with some discussions.
And at the center of the event, the little Taoist
turned extremely pale at this moment.
That thunderclap had rendered him completely distracted.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
