Setting up a Stall in the Black Market

Upon hearing these words, Yuwen Che’s eyes lit up, and he was about to speak when Shan Zhiqing, who was on the side, sweetly said, “Senior Brother, I’m tired. I’ll be entering the secret realm in a few days, and I want to use these two days to cultivate properly. Can you protect me?”

Cultivating and someone asking for protection on the side—both Liu Zhiqing and Yan Shu were speechless.

Yuwen Che furrowed his brows and whispered, “Junior Sister, you’ve grown up...”

But before he could finish speaking, Shan Zhiqing suddenly burst into tears. With teary eyes, she looked at him and said, “Senior Brother, don’t you care about me anymore? You promised Father that you would take good care of me.”

Yuwen Che’s brow furrowed even tighter, and his tone turned cold. “Cultivation still relies on oneself, and besides, there are other senior brothers and sisters in the inn. With them around, no one will disturb you.”