The first day of the Strong Ranking Tournament lasted all the way from morning until night.
When Zi Yan came to Tianying for her usual feast, Chen Cang was bent over his desk, writing furiously.
"Chen Cang, what are you doing?"
"Writing a confession." Chen Cang did not even look up.
Zi Yan came closer, leaned over the other side of the desk, and tilted her head to decipher the words.
"Why?"
"I met an old man before. He had a treasure I needed, but I couldn't beat him, so I came up with a sinister plan to get it. Today, though, I suddenly realized that he's actually a really good man. There was no need for all that scheming. I'm repenting for my filthy thoughts."
"You're lying. Those three words you wrote clearly say Three Origin Scripture."
A plump, tender finger entered Chen Cang's field of vision, pointing at the writing to challenge him.
Chen Cang looked up.
The little girl raised her chin, looking immensely pleased with herself.
"Heh, heh. I only look little. I'm not stupid at all. I'm super smart."
Oh no. I forgot that her little head, which thinks about food all day, actually knows how to read.
Although she often struggled to express herself and could not explain certain things clearly, for everyday life...
It was enough.
"That's the name of some cultivation technique, right? It doesn't sound nice at all. Sounds like something an old geezer like Old Man Su would come up with."
"Ahem... you're right. He did come up with it. Then use that clever little head of yours to think of a better-sounding name for me."
Crumpling the sheet into a ball and tossing it onto the pile of wastepaper beside him, Chen Cang sat back to await the future