"It was shattered by Shangguan Jiyuan."
"Hm?"
Pretty Boy sighed, "You read the original text when you came in, right?"
"Uh, I did read a bit of the recent chapter."
"—Then do you remember a line in the original text, 'Shangguan Jiyuan's rampant laughter pierced through the night sky,'" said Zhu Jiu, "That missing piece above us, that's how it came to be."
"Ah?"
"It's not just at night, the day is even more of a disaster zone, because the Big Writer really likes to use such descriptions, so during the day, there are no less than nine holes above our heads, all poked through by the laughter of different people."
As if a floodgate of complaints had opened, Zhu Jiu couldn't help but grumble, "Look at the hemp sacks everyone's carrying behind them."
"That really is strange. I get beggars carrying hemp sacks, but why does the whole city, regardless of gender, age, or social status, even the merchants and nobles, all have sacks?"
"Because those are their wallets."
"Wallets?"