"What are you doing, little Sandong?"
Qinghe leaned her head forward slightly, looking curiously at Sandong, who was hugging a small tree.
Strictly speaking, Qinghe really hadn't been close to Sandong before. When she first arrived, Chu Xingchen had roped her into becoming a laborer who hauled things and specialized in processing timber.
While Chu Xingchen was around, Qinghe was naturally kept firmly at work, unable to budge.
When Chu Xingchen left back then, Qinghe had actually been quite happy. After all, she reckoned there was no one in this sect she feared besides Chu Xingchen.
After all, Li Yingling had been perfectly courteous to her back in Chizhou, and Li Xingtian had treated her to meals every few days.
She, Qinghe, would only slack off a little at most. Those two would probably just open one eye and close the other.
Naturally, Qinghe had been imagining things. Li Xingtian hadn't even needed to act; Li Yingling had easily kept Qinghe in line with just a few words.
Sure enough, the Black-Hearted Brat's disciples were black-hearted too.
Qinghe had been ruthlessly exploited during that time. Li Yingling had even suggested-why did someone in the Nascent Soul Realm need to sleep? Why not work all twenty-four hours of the day?
After all, someone in the Nascent Soul Realm didn't just have no need to sleep; even the time spent eating could be dispensed with.
She was a heaven-chosen, invincible worker flood dragon.
Qinghe had been dumbfounded on the spot and had used her age as an excuse-although I'm older than all of you, by flood dragon standards, I'm still a child!
In the end, it naturally concluded with Li Yingling abandoning the idea. Otherwise, Qinghe would have started figuring out how to run away that very day.
The work during that