"Oh no, I'm finished. I screwed up again. When I go back, that group of people will never let me hear the end of it." The unkempt youth drooped his head down in dejection as he walked back to his stall.
Jun Wu Xie's luck wasn't very good, after scouring through the whole of Ghost City, she still could not find a suitable cultivation method for herself.
During this trip, she had not gained anything. All she had were those few gardening books and she even made a loss of three bottles of elixir.
It was late in the night and not a single soul could be seen.
On an empty street of the Imperial City, Jun Wu Xie and the little black cat were on their way back, the lonely silence of the night with the moonlight shining on them, elongating their shadows – only her footsteps could be heard. She walked back in resignation with her mind full of thoughts.
