"Anyways, let's get moving. It was only a spectacle that lasted for a moment," Caelum said, calling the others over.
The commotion caused by the phenomenon in the sky had already begun to die down.
Although many people were still discussing the beam of light that had descended from the sun, there was nothing they could do about it now.
The festival quickly regained its lively atmosphere.
"Are you asking me for pocket money…?" Paul asked in a deep voice while looking at Jojo.
Everyone immediately turned toward the pair.
Without another word, Paul took out a small pouch and tossed it toward the panda.
Jojo caught it smoothly before looking at Paul with a puzzled expression.
"Oh, my master? Is this actually money, or did you just hand me a collection of broken bamboo sticks?"
A question mark practically appeared above his head.
After living with Paul for several months, Jojo genuinely doubted whether his contractor ever had money on him.
