"Come in, Sister Ping."
Gao Xian disliked Qingping, but he didn't want to offend her to her face.
Most women were petty, and he had no idea what organization Qingping had behind her. He needed to tread carefully.
Qingping could tell he was being a little cold, but she didn't take it to heart.
They hadn't seen each other in over half a year, and they'd only ever been lovers for a brief time. It was only natural for him to be distant.
Smiling, Qingping entered the main room and looked around. The walls were white, the room was fully furnished, and everything was neat and clean.
It wasn't particularly grand, but it was a hundred times better than the mud hut Gao Xian used to live in.
"Ah Xian, you've made a fortune!" she said with a sigh.
Gao Xian gave an awkward laugh. "The owner of Longevity Hall arranged this place for me."
Qingping didn't really believe him, but she didn't press the point.
They hadn't seen each other in over half a year. Asking how many Spirit Stones someone had made right off the bat was too personal and likely to put them off.
She smoothly changed the subject. "With the demonic beasts invading lately, I've been worried about you, so I came to see how you were doing."
Qingping spoke with heartfelt sincerity, her eyes earnest enough to make Gao Xian feel a little moved.
Then he realized something was off. This woman was extremely calculating. She wouldn't come calling to curry favor without a reason.
"Thanks, Sister Ping. I'm doing all right. It's been a long time. What have you been busy with?"
"Alas, I've had such a hard life..."
Qingping let out a long sigh and poured out her troubles, making herself sound utterly