Bai Xuanling had commandeered Chu Xingchen's old spot by the window, the best seat there.
She lounged lazily in the chair, both feet sticking straight out the window, tapping lightly on the tabletop and humming an unknown tune.
She seemed to be in quite a good mood.
Chu Xingchen, who had been driven from his seat, was also in quite a good mood. After all, he had sold that one seat to Bai Xuanling for a hundred Spirit Stones.
A big spender was a big spender indeed. She wasn't spending Spirit Stones, but buying a mood and an atmosphere.
At that thought, Chu Xingchen couldn't help waving his hand again, lowering his pill-refining speed a little more.
He was still refining them a bit too quickly. Slower would be better, to lay the groundwork for future price increases.
He wondered when he, too, would have enough money to attain Bai Xuanling's state of mind.
But after thinking it over, Chu Xingchen decided that perhaps this state of mind had nothing to do with Spirit Stones. It probably had more to do with cultivation.
If he had Tribulation Transcendence strength...
With everyone back, the work naturally had to be reassigned.
As the saying still went, the sect didn't keep idle hands-except Chen Baiqing.
The task of putting pills into bottles had now been handed to Li Yingling. However, since pills were only completed occasionally, she spent most of her time writing a review and analysis of this incident.
She wrote about which things she could have done better, but hadn't, and why.
Cui Hao was doing the same. Wearing a serious expression, he was writing furiously, his brush flying.
The more he wrote, the more satisfied he looked, occasionally nodding as though pleased with himself.
His expression left Chu Xingchen somewhat