Since there was nothing much to do in the morning, Wei Qingzhu and Song Qiuying discussed the novel they had just mentioned while Lin Wanshuang prepared breakfast.
"A diary..." Wei Qingzhu was quite interested, flipping through her Magic Phone. "Qiuying, do you think this book might really be the author's personal experience?"
"How could that be?" Song Qiuying glanced at her with amusement. "Isn't that Mercenary Notes you wrote the same sort of thing? Quite a few readers have asked whether you were ever a mercenary."
"Of course I was a mercenary." Wei Qingzhu said it as if it were only natural.
"But when you were a mercenary, you weren't dragged into some bizarre grave-robbing gang, were you?"
"Mm... well..." Wei Qingzhu quickly thought of a rebuttal, giving a light cough. "A novel always needs a certain degree of artistic embellishment."
"Artistic embellishment?" Song Qiuying rolled her eyes. "You were obviously just making things up. Look at how outrageous the plot you wrote was. Could that possibly happen in real life?"
Wei Qingzhu smiled sheepishly and said nothing more.
"By the way, have you ever heard of the elves mentioned in this book?" Song Qiuying was also looking at her Magic Phone and asked casually.
"Elves?" Wei Qingzhu had only skimmed through it earlier. "Does Tianlan Continent have a race like that?"
"Who knows? The world is so vast. Ah, I nearly forgot—there are elves in the novel I wrote too." Song Qiuying muttered. "Forget it, let's not talk about that. It seems the boss and the others are back."
"Should we go take a look?" Wei Qingzhu suggested.
"Sure. We haven't seen them in so long." Song Qiuying nodded, though there was a hint of resentment in her voice. "I wonder whether the boss even remembers the matter of