Zhang Suannai was about to die of rage again!
What kind of godforsaken place was this? The conditions were terrible!
No, wait! Bad conditions were one thing, but why insist on heating water for the experts to wash up? Damn it, they were all Cultivators. Would cold water give them menstrual cramps or something?
Fine! Heat the water, then!
But what gave them the right to order her to fetch it?
She was the Sword Master of the Sword Sect's final disciple, proud to the bone. She had come to fight as a guard, not to be treated like a menial servant!
At the time, Zhang Suannai had upheld "a Sword Sect disciple never bows her head" in her heart while demonstrating "a Sword Sect disciple knows when to bend and when to stand tall" with her body. Fortunately, the Sword Sect had always embraced flexibility, so she had not let the sect down.
Anyway, she was just an emotionless robot.
And a robot couldn't lose face.
But just as she had filled two enormous buckets and was demonstrating how to carry them "brimming without spilling," that idiot Silly Cabbage came downstairs, nodded to her, and said:
"Nice work."
Three simple words, spoken in a gentle tone, shattered Zhang Suannai's composure in an instant.
Damn it, she was furious!
She could not accept this, no matter what!
"That's just how the internet is here. It's been very unstable lately. Speeds are a little better during the day and late at night, and worst around dusk. Normal voice calls work fine, though; it's going online that's a problem," said Shang Xia, who had also come to Leche.
"What if I switch to a local SIM card?"
"Same thing. That doesn't make a difference anymore. It actually has more to do