Three days later.
More than half the Green Cliff Sect's storehouse had been emptied.
Luo Hongyi stood before a pile of Storage Magic Treasures, the little notebook in her hands rustling as she flipped through it, her face full of "mine, all mine" satisfaction.
Beside her, Shen Qinghuan watched the girl bustling about without a moment's rest, the corner of her mouth twitching despite herself.
Three days earlier, this girl in red had charged back into the Green Cliff Sect with Sword Immortal Luo. Her first words upon entering had been, "Where's the storehouse?"
Shen Qinghuan had thought something was about to happen.
Instead, the girl had headed straight for the storehouse, pulled out a list, and started hauling things away item by item.
After moving one batch, she crossed an entry off in her little notebook.
After crossing it off, she moved on to the next batch.
Her movements were so practiced, her manner so natural, that it seemed this was not someone else's storehouse, but her own backyard.
"Miss Luo, what are you..." Shen Qinghuan ventured.
Luo Hongyi kept her head down as she recorded the items. "Charitable donations."
Shen Qinghuan froze. "Chari... charitable donations?"
"Yes."
Luo Hongyi finally looked up, her face a picture of righteousness. "These are charitable donations from the Green Cliff Sect to support the establishment of our new sect."
"There's great merit in this."
Shen Qinghuan: "..."
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
Never mind. These things would only sit here anyway. Trading them for a favor from that mighty figure was worth it.
Besides...
She remembered what she had seen in the valley three days earlier.
With a mere lift of his hand, that black-haired young man had transformed a stretch of barren mountains into a