Rouge Pavilion.
"Chen Jia, Chen Jia!"
Chen Jia stood at the doorway, lost in thought until another shopkeeper called her name a few times, snapping her back to reality. She quickly bowed and replied:
"Shopkeeper, do you have any orders?"
The potbellied shopkeeper snorted, "Your performance has been declining significantly these days, and you often seem distracted during your shifts. What's going on?"
Chen Jia quickly said, "Shopkeeper Feng, I've been feeling a little under the weather lately, but don't worry, I'll adjust soon."
"You'd better." The fat shopkeeper nodded, hinting, "We loose cultivators must avoid overreaching ambitions; don't let unrealistic fantasies cloud your mind."
"The shopkeeper is right."
Chen Jia lowered her head and cupped her hands, feeling even more choked with frustration.
These days she's indeed been somewhat absent-minded because Taoist Friend Qin hadn't visited the Rouge Pavilion for a long time.
