Chen Qingling had just left not long ago when the neighbor next door visited again.
"Fellow Daoist Li, why did you take up a job as a servant at the Pill Shop? The monthly salary is only a few Spirit Stones, this won't do."
In the past six months, Lin Shaowen from next door often came to chat with Li Ji'an.
For such an unfamiliar person with unknown intentions, Li Ji'an always kept a distance.
"It's out of necessity due to life's pressures."
"Ah, I must have been mistaken. I saw you practicing behind closed doors for six months and thought you had plenty of cultivation resources, but I didn't expect..." Lin Shaowen sighed to himself.
"Indeed, those of us who manage to survive in the East District, apart from the young folks, who among us at this age has it easy? Cultivation is truly difficult!"
Li Ji'an nodded in agreement.
