Early on New Year's morning.
Carrying the pills Li Ping had distributed, Cheng Yao returned to her lodgings.
As a first-tier, low-grade spirit planting practitioner at the late Qi Refining stage, she barely earned enough to get by. Her rented lodgings were unremarkable too: a small, single-courtyard residence with only a training room and a resting room.
Pushing open the door and seeing the figure lying peacefully on the couch in the resting room, she could not help lamenting, "What sin did I commit to deserve this?"
At first, after the Wang Family's downfall, the payroll office had found a pretext to suspend Wang Xingwei's position and stipend. The Spirit Herb Garden, however, had not dared go too far and had still allowed him to live there.
Before long, though, the Immortal City's leadership announced its decision on the Wang Family.
Although the Wang Family had kept its Ancestral Grounds, nearly all its accumulated resources had been drained away. Its members had become paupers, and every one of them had been forbidden from holding any position in the Immortal City.
The Wang Family could truly be said to have collapsed completely.
Once that decision came out, the Spirit Herb Garden immediately reclaimed Wang Xingwei's lodgings and prepared to throw him out.
Cheng Yao was mercenary and sharp-tongued, and she was always bullying Wang Xingwei.
But seeing how miserably he had fared, she could not help feeling compassion. Unable to bear watching him get thrown onto the street, she hesitated before deciding to bring him home and care for him.
And that care had continued right up to the present. Not only did she have to prepare fasting pills for Wang Xingwei, but every so often she also had to cast a cleansing spell to remove the filth from his body.