If Xue Fuyao could read minds at that moment, she would surely have patted the two of them on the shoulders and said meaningfully, "Junior Brothers, your Senior Sister understands."
After all, back then, apart from cultivation resources, her master had prepared nothing for her either. Even the cave abode she lived in now had been carved out by her own sword, stroke by stroke.
Still, she could not blame her master. After all, her master only had a single rock, so it was perfectly normal that such things had never occurred to her master.
"If you're going to the Market, what are you doing here?"
The Market was not in this direction.
"We... got lost," Wen Ci said, lowering his head in embarrassment.
Only then did Xue Fuyao realize that everyone with them was a new disciple who had joined at the same time. No wonder they had gotten lost.
"I'll take you there. Follow me."
With that, Xue Fuyao headed toward the Market, with Wen Ci, Geng Xing, and the others following behind.
"Senior Sister Xue, are you leaving the Sect this late?" Geng Xing asked, looking at her practical attire.
"I took a mission," Xue Fuyao said.
Before setting out, she had indeed picked up a mission without a deadline at the mission hall while she was there.
Soon, their group arrived at the Market.
"This is the Market. Head back as soon as you've finished shopping." With that, Xue Fuyao turned into a streak of rainbow light and vanished.
The Jimo Household was located in the northwest of the Southern Continent, bordering the territory of the Fish Demon Race. The environment was damp, with vast stretches of marshland, making it highly suitable for the Snake Clan to inhabit.
On average, more than a dozen small beast