Xilin had been a Celestial Maiden of the Divine Race since childhood, never touching a drop of mundane water. Being captured by someone far inferior in strength, a despicable member of the human race, made her feel humiliated and angry.
Even worse, this despicable human dared to ask her to wash dishes.
But there was no choice. The current situation was beyond her control; she had become a prisoner and could only obediently take the dishes to clean.
Walking out of the dining room, Xilin suddenly realized a problem—where should she wash the dishes?
If she still had her cultivation, she wouldn't have to worry about these things. If she couldn't find a sink, she would simply use her spells to clean these dishes with Rootless Water.
But now, with her cultivation sealed, she couldn't achieve that so easily.
However, she really didn't want to go back and face Mu Jinyu's infuriating face to ask.
