During this time, Lu Chang'sheng wasn't exactly slacking off either.
The whole series of recent events had left him filled with a deep sense of crisis, so he kept inventing new medicinal pills, thinking of ways to beef up the Nine Netherworld Formation, and trying to perfect Primordial.
All of it was just to better deal with whatever shitstorms the future might throw his way.
He'd finally managed to give himself a day off—chatting, sipping tea, dozing in the sun—and bam! These two totally clueless disciples just had to ruin his vacation…
Even sweatshops don't run 996 ops like this, do they?
But, honestly, there's no way Hong Ying was gonna take the blame for this; she glanced around her.
Hmm, big brother's not here.
Since that's the case, Hong Ying set her gaze on Liu Ziru, who was barely holding back his laughter while watching the chaos unfold.
