Fairy Huo Ling strolled leisurely down the street after finishing another play. Just moments ago, she had beaten up Lu Zhao, the man who had invited her to the theater.
It was not that Fairy Huo Ling's hands had been itching for a fight. After the second play ended, Lu Zhao had kept buzzing around her like a fly. Though he had not said anything unpleasant, his incessant chatter had irritated Fairy Huo Ling beyond measure. She used the tiniest bit of Dou Qi to beat Lu Zhao half to death and casually tossed him aside. As for the commotion caused when the others in the theater saw it, Fairy Huo Ling paid it no mind and simply left as though nothing had happened.
That was only because Yan Jin had repeatedly warned her before she left the clan. Otherwise, according to her usual habits, she would have crushed him into pulp with a casual gesture. Of course, Lu Zhao had merely annoyed her rather than doing anything that disgusted Fairy Huo Ling. Otherwise, even with Yan Jin's warnings, Lu Zhao would not have lived to see today.
But what should she do next?
Fairy Huo Ling frowned slightly. Central Continent had changed far too much compared to several hundred years ago. There were many novel things to be found, enough to provide her with quite a bit of amusement.
But the problem was that enjoying those pleasures required money, and she had none left on her.
Fairy Huo Ling could certainly rely on her strength to make others dare not charge her. However, she was still an Elder of the Yan Clan. Though she was free-spirited and ignorant of worldly affairs, she still possessed the most basic sense of duty toward her clan. Yan Jin had repeatedly warned her