[Sect Leader, please get well soon!]
Sandong wore a devout expression, its little hand carefully forming each stroke as it wrote the same words over and over.
It barely knew how to read or write, and its studies were a matter of fishing for three days and drying the nets for two. It only sought someone out to learn a little when it was in a good mood and terribly bored.
But Sandong had learned these few words very earnestly, and it wrote them again and again with just as much care.
Sandong knew few people, so it treasured every one of them.
It treasured the kindness others showed it, and the feelings it held for others.
The Sect Leader had always been a very good person. Sandong could feel that.
So if the Sect Leader could not hear Sandong's well-wishes, Sandong would offer its blessings in a way the Sect Leader could see.
Propping her cheek on one hand, Qinghe watched Sandong sitting on the table with that devout expression and could not help saying:
"The Black-Hearted Brat was only hit by an Illusion Technique. It'll probably be broken in a few days. Rather than wishing him well now, why not take this chance to air all your grievances against him..."
Before Qinghe could finish, Xie Lingyu's hand gently closed around her horn.
Qinghe instantly came to her senses. She had forgotten that Lingyu was temporarily serving as this brat's ears.
Her head cleared at once, and she was about to argue her way out of it when Sandong spoke first.
Sandong shook its head repeatedly, its tone sincere:
"The Sect Leader treats me very well. I don't have any grievances against him. My well-wishes express what's in my heart. As the Mascot, I haven't done enough. All I