Wang Ling was lost in her own thoughts when she saw a young man walk up to her table and ask softly, "Excuse me, are you Wang Ling?"
Looking up, she found that aside from his bright, lively eyes, the man looked rather ordinary. He was even dressed in cheap street-stall clothes. She immediately felt a little disgusted. Wasn't he the typical poor loser? A university student who had returned from Shangshi? Hah! No matter how she looked at him, the word "poor" seemed to be wrapped all around him.
If he had any ability, he wouldn't have returned from Shangshi to this godforsaken backwater, would he? It looked like he was not only poor, but incapable as well—a useless, poor loser through and through!
"Mm! That's me," Wang Ling answered perfunctorily.
"I'm Chen Mo. I came here to—" Before Chen Mo could finish, Wang Ling interrupted him.
"I know. Your aunt already told me about you and explained some of your situation. I didn't want to come in the first place, but we're from the same village, and I couldn't argue with my mother, so I came."
"Oh! Fine, then. Since it's all been discussed already, that saves us a lot of trouble." Chen Mo nodded. Neither of them had wanted to come, so that worked out perfectly.
"Sit. Since you're here, let's chat for a bit so everyone can put their minds at ease," Wang Ling said.
"Sure!" After Chen Mo sat down, he caught a faint fetid smell. He discreetly investigated and discovered that it was coming from the woman across from him.
He was a cultivator. After entering the Qi Refining Realm, he had undergone Marrow Cleansing. Not only had all his organs been strengthened, but his five senses had also improved considerably, allowing him to