Xu Chunniang's brows furrowed slightly. These people treated becoming a retainer as the only path into the inner sect. Did they think everyone was the same as them?
Instead, she admired that deceased senior brother. At the very least, he had died upon the true path of cultivation.
A summer insect could not be told of ice; how could sparrows speak of swans? She could not be bothered to argue with such people.
Xu Chunniang spoke coolly. "Supervisor Zhang, you refuse to take my token. Could it be that we no longer need to pay contribution points to the sect?"
Zhang Donglai's face twitched. What a sharp-tongued Ugly Girl!
He took the token and said sinisterly, "Then let me see just how much you've lost this year!"
Xu Chunniang had never accepted any Contribution Missions from him, so he had naturally guessed that she had taken commissions instead.
But commissions were hardly easy to complete. Even old disciples occasionally failed.
This Ugly Girl had recklessly gone to accept commissions. After five years, it would be a miracle if she had not lost everything!
Zhang Donglai operated the token. When he saw the number on it, the smile on his face immediately froze. Thirty contribution points—how could she possibly have so many?
He widened his eyes, trying to find a minus sign before the number, but searched for a long while without finding one.
He could only watch helplessly as, after the contribution points due for the year were deducted, that glaring "thirty" became "eighteen."
This Ugly Girl had actually completed commission missions!
Zhang Donglai viciously slammed the token onto the table. "Very good. Let's see whether you'll have such good luck next year!"
Xu Chunniang broke into a brilliant smile. Zhang Donglai's words had unexpectedly pleased her.
So he called