Chapter 11: Time Travel (Seeking Monthly Ticket)
Over a month later.
Fang Xing walked down the street, his steps suddenly slowed.
He was back at the platform he had been at before.
After a month of emergency repairs, the ground here was level, the buildings were intact, and pedestrians flowed like the tide, a stark contrast to before.
It was unbelievable that just over a month ago, this had been a battlefield riddled with scars that had seen injuries and fatalities of over a thousand people.
Happy Home District.
Fang Xing opened his front door and couldn't help but complain, "To think after such an incident, there's still no compensation, and the landlord hasn't even lowered the rent..."
He opened a box of food, wolfing it down while checking his contacts.
Seeing that Gu Yun still hadn't reached out, he felt a pang of sadness.
But Fang Xing knew, as a mere sparring partner, he really had no place to offer comfort to others, and they didn't need it from him.
If he truly wished to comfort someone, unless he could bring Gu Renwang back to life, anything else would be superfluous.