What exactly did they believe? She had no clue. And frankly, she didn't have the energy to care. All she knew was: she needed to get the hell out of here.
She had nowhere else to go. Couldn't go back to the city—that chapter was closed, scribbled over, and set on fire. And her precious cultivation sect? Yeah, she'd rather eat dirt than crawl back to that mess.
So now, she was free. Technically.
And yes, the capital sounded like a decent plan. Glamorous, distant, full of opportunities. Plus, she had money. Or... had.
Because let's be honest—this was Divya. The same girl who lost her paycheck four times just walking the three kilometers from her office to her house.
She didn't even get mugged—nope. Just lost it. Poof. Gone. Vanished into the wind.
So no, she wasn't exactly confident about surviving the chaos of a crowded capital city with her money intact.
