Early July.
Zhang Suannai had been in Bai City for several days.
She had played games at the Arena, rented a motorcycle to circle Mirror Sea, eaten mushrooms and the heavily seasoned late-night feast Chen Shu had made, and even been tricked by him into spending a whole night making steamed buns. She had gotten drunk twice more with her girlfriends. She'd had so much fun she'd forgotten her own surname, but whenever she had a moment to herself, the unease in her heart only grew.
It was almost time to return to the sect.
Thinking it over, she had swindled her senior brothers and sisters out of more than a million over the years—over a hundred thousand in a lean year, around two hundred thousand in a good one.
Under Yi Nation law, wouldn't that mean quite a few years in prison?
"..."
Who could she blame?
Herself, for being young and not cultivating properly.
If she were a Ninth Tier powerhouse already, she could swindle them. What were they going to do about it?
"Sigh..."
Zhang Suannai let out a long sigh.
She opened the door and left her room.
Her God of a roommate was burying fertilizer around the Climbing Rose.
Zhang Suannai went over for a look. There were three kinds of fertilizer: yellow-and-blue slow-release pellets, transparent Spiritual Fertilizer, and fermented Sheep Manure Pellets. Beside them sat a box of slow-release fungicide and insecticide. Her roommate looked utterly absorbed, as if this were the only thing left in the world.
Qingqing was especially captivating like this.
Zhang Suannai blinked and stared at her.
Qingqing's skin was snow-white, without the slightest blemish. Her profile had a perfect curve, and her features were delicate and lovely. A few stray hairs—no, strands of hair—hung down, framing her face beautifully.