Seven days.
It had been exactly seven days since the Goddess Mán Shū had descended again, threatened to hit the factory reset button on the entire Beast World, and unlinked their life forces.
Xin Yi was no longer magically tethered to four overly possessive, aggressively attractive Alpha males.
Yay.
The suffocating divine pressure was gone. The looming threat of an all-out apocalyptic beast war was gone.
What replaced it, however, was a nightmare of an entirely different breed: City Planning.
Inside the sprawling Great Hall of the Northern Frost Wolf fortress, the atmosphere was...strangely domesticated. Nobody was actively trying to kill each other. There were no claws bared, no venom dripping onto the floorboards, and no deafening roars rattling the glass windows.
Instead, there was the distant, miraculous sound of a toilet flushing.
