"Although it went somewhat against the principle of equivalent exchange, using control over information channels to gain the upper hand could also be considered a form of trade."
"As the saying goes, 'If Heaven gives you something and you don't take it, you'll suffer for it.' My dear friend, blame yourself for carrying a priceless treasure without even knowing it."
Thinking this with an indifferent expression, Su Mingyue had already reached the dormitory building. He lifted his gaze toward a certain direction.
The corners of his mouth curved upward:
"Of course, we're both thoroughgoing egoists, after all. Like gathers with like, and birds of a feather flock together."
"Friendship comes first, with money and resources as supplements. Before sending you on your way, I'd say I've done my duty."
"Don't forget, you were the one who chose to get close to me!"
He raised a hand and made a grasping motion toward the sky, then turned and headed toward the place Leng Yaozhu had sent him.
In Eastsea City, a teaching position at Eastsea Academy was considered a well-paid, high-return profession among the many available fields.
So every year, countless Soul Masters wanted to join the academy as teachers.
It was fair to say they were like a great army trying to cross a narrow bridge.
Of course, for Lord Leng Yaozhu, the Spirit Pagoda's Vice Pagoda Master,
even while traveling incognito, taking on a false identity and landing a job here was a piece of cake.
So, inside the detached little villa at that moment—
"Teacher~, pour Na'er another cup of 'milk,' please~" A soft, sweet voice rang out.
The little white-haired bundle set an empty cup, still fragrant with milk, on the table, then nestled into the red-haired beauty's arms, wriggling as she both pouted and giggled.
"All