Comments of chapter undefined of Astral Pet Store

Su Ping's contemplation reminds me of a poem written by John Donne. No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

thanks for the chapters

Why bother? He has bigger fish to fry.

Rain clan gonna be washed away