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Yan Qingsui: My head hurts.

After advancing to the Golden Core, he had taken advantage of the opening of the Yao Mountain Secret Realm, slung his sword over his shoulder, and run away from home.

"So?" Qiao Ranran studied Yan Qingsui in surprise. "You don't have a token to enter the Yao Mountain Secret Realm?"

Yan Qingsui scratched the back of his head and looked innocently at the ceiling. "Jiang Miaomiao wasn't lying when she said a token could bring someone else in. I figured I'd have a friend or two among the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect disciples. I was going to see if I could tag along."

What made him so sure anyone's token would have room for him?

"So now," he went on, "I'm wondering if you two could take me in."

The sheer, brazen cheek of him.

"I'd pay!" Yan Qingsui obediently pulled out his Storage Bag. "And once we're inside, you get first pick of everything. Just give me whatever's left that you think I could use to answer to my family." He waved an arm. "I'm really good in a fight!"

Qiao Ranran rested her chin on her hand and smiled. Yan Qingsui truly was a prodigy. At only fifteen or sixteen, he had already reached the Golden Core. His talent ranked among the very best anywhere.

She did not mind bringing Yan Qingsui along, but the decision was not hers alone. "Junior Brother Pei, what do you think? An extra hired hand, obedient and sensible. We can leave all the dirty, exhausting work to him. How about it?"

Yan Qingsui: ??? Was something wrong here?

Pei Ling cast Yan Qingsui a lazy glance and smiled coolly. "Sure."

Yan Qingsui: Could he ask what exactly counted as dirty, exhausting work first?

The precise time and