Cry?
No way.
Walking down the serpentine mountain path, Xin Lin's steps were light, her lips slightly upturned.
A little wooden hut filled with auspicious energy, this was really a big win.
If there were any disputes in the future, with the contract in hand, she could stand tall and firm.
Zhao Gang, that idiot, Xin Lin suspected that a large part of the reason he was able to advance to Great Spirit Master was related to those strands of auspicious energy.
Blissfully unaware of their own fortune.
With the murky Spiritual Energy of Courtyard One, Xin Lin would rather feed more Braised Pork Belly to the Overlord Egg and produce a few more Qi Stones.
Xin Lin arrived in front of wooden hut number twenty-four and pushed the door to enter.
A wave of damp, stuffy heat hit her face.
Inside the hut, due to years of being uninhabited, it was filled with rotting leaves and branches.
That faint trace of purple auspicious energy was floating in and around the cabin.
