The next morning, Guding slowly awoke and, after freshening up, made his way to the cafeteria.
Breakfast was a habit he had always kept, even if he sometimes skipped lunch and dinner.
Along the way, Guding felt something was off, "Why does it feel different from yesterday?"
"Is it because there are no more fallen leaves on the ground?" The Sea Emperor knew the reason for this change: many of the prisoners and orderkeepers on the Sixth Floor had been busy with cleaning tasks all through the previous night.
"No way, there's not a single leaf on the ground?" Guding found it strange, "After they cleaned, not a single leaf fell?"
"Because those guys used biological glue to stick all the leaves, so indeed, no more have fallen," The Sea Emperor had wanted to wake Guding up to witness the bizarre sight of gluing leaves last night, but he refrained considering Guding had a match the following day.
