Lin Yu was as lovely as ever.
But when she spotted Wang Ba from afar, she hurriedly lowered her head.
With Wang Ba's five senses, however, he had already seen her somewhat red and swollen eyes before she lowered her head. She looked as though she had cried not long ago.
He could not help recalling some rumors about Lin Yu, as well as that "Senior Brother Jing."
Wang Ba could not help silently shaking his head.
Life was hard for Servant Disciples, and cultivators at the bottom probably did not have it much better.
He had no mind to sigh over it, much less invite complications. Seeing that she seemed unwilling to let others see her like this, he pretended not to notice her, lowered his head as well, and headed in another direction.
Only after he left did Lin Yu raise her head.
She watched Wang Ba's retreating figure with a complicated gaze, tinged with indignation and resentment:
"Why does even a Servant Disciple have Senior Brother Zhao protecting him, while I can only..."
This was the first time Wang Ba had been so desperate to return to Dingbaqi Manor.
And when he entered the familiar manor, stepped into his familiar, cramped room, and shut the door, he could not help flopping heavily onto the bed.
The day's exhaustion, the painstaking caution beneath the cultivators' eyes, the excitement of finally nearing his goal, the anticipation and nervousness over the approaching future... all of it became his spread-eagled form on the bed at that moment.
Yet in this pitifully small room, he found the greatest release.
Thinking of nothing, doing nothing, emptying his mind completely...
"Cluck, cluck."
Hearing the noise, Jia Seven hopped lightly onto the bed from underneath it, paced about, then hopped onto his thigh before