Yanzhu always seemed rather strange. At least, Xingluo could not understand what was going on in her mind; certain expressions and a trace of world-weariness did not seem to belong to someone her age, yet somehow they fit her perfectly.
Yanzhu was a person she simply could not read.
Once she returned to the Xing Sect, her master would clear up her doubts and answer her questions.
She hoped their interests would not conflict—if they were not allies, she at least hoped they would not become enemies.
Yanzhu returned to the Ancient Pavilion to pick up Yaojiu, taking the opportunity to transfer tens of millions to the starving little beast cubs.
The cubs wept tears of gratitude. "Boss, you're so good to us!" "I almost feel like I'm eating off my parents." "It would be an insult to you if I didn't work hard now!" "I will definitely treat the Ancient Pavilion as my lifelong home!"
"Eat up. Being able to eat is a blessing."
Yanzhu's red lips curved slightly. After offering a few words of comfort, she hurried off to find Luomingjing and the others.
Gulan nudged Shengci with his elbow and asked, "Are we really dropping the subject?"
"Drop what? We can still handle this minor issue. We can't just sit around eating without doing any work—it would make us look completely useless. We should take a page out of Ying's book."
Gulan nodded in agreement. Indeed, if outsiders came to their Ancient Pavilion to take things through irregular procedures and wanted to resort to robbery when they fa…
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